Failing Aloneinthis

I was always good at aliterations, or really I think I am, though my reading has definitely taken a tumble except for useless stories reported on still, too many news sites I am trying not to get too deep underneath. I think Facebook re-upped my account last night, but it isn't the account you can link up to me from here to see--sorry if some of you have requested my friendship--it's to a dead profile simply because. Well, because trolls, that's why. But I think it got lit up at midnight Saturday night since they only really let you opt out for 7 days. Which is a travesty, because sometimes you need more than a week to heal. I mean, shit, this whole past three weeks I have been mostly drunk every night, save maybe two, and those were because we went to bed too early to really think drinking into it made any sense. But now, now--I dunno. I haven't been having too many conversations with many people in the world, save, say, my birth father. Who has a whole right wing thing he abides by--and though he hasn't been able to really dismantle my claims, I suppose it is ...