Three of us shared a 6 pack of ciders last weekend. It felt good to unwind and wiggle loose.
The next morning, I thought about how much stupid and how much cruel the mormon church snowballed into my life.
I thought about being at a loss for how to process soo much fucked bullshit. I thought about the inevitable fever trauma that came while retching it out.
I thought about missed opportunities, if only the cult hadn't dunked my life in its poison--things I might have had if I had learned to reach for them sooner.
I thought about it until I blubbered. My gf held me. Thank god I'm gay.
