I don’t want your sympathy.

In fact, give it to yourself as a gift from me because you need it more than I do.

I merely write the things going on in my brain. Not for you, but for me. And not that it’s any of your business in the first place, but it helps me a lot more than your damn sympathy.

(Or anyone else’s for that matter.)

I’ll tell you what you can give me though: the joy of hearing you went swan diving from the top of the tallest building of your choice.

10,000ft or higher, just to ensure your survival rate is in the negatives.

***Rant Over. You May Now Return to Your Regularly Scheduled Program***