As professional resenter, often life seems as a continuous loop of silver lining.
And I have to take pause. I ask myself, Is this juice worth the squeeze.

As if goodness is always hinged on my buts and howevers.
One gets lots of feedback as a professional shit talker.

I want a silver plate. I want to, for once, to cut this charade that it sometimes is and just be receptive of something because I am. Because I really, truly am. Sometimes I am.

But I can’t stop hating.