Unicorns Don't Exist

Did I say that this would be all balloons and kittens? No, I did not. My sense of organization* wanted this to be just about grace, but that is just too disingenuous. Plus, the thought of starting another private blog (which was one of my solutions to the problem that does not exist) to be my alter-self sounds exhausting and confusing.

• I am in a hole
• There is no (one) logical reason
• I feel fat and ugly
  
• I feel worthless and burdensome
• My dogs, especially poor Delilah, need to get out for a walk, and I am such a loser that I can't even do that
  

*need to control the world