Optimistic misanthrope.
I have no other socials that I will be revealing here.
I am married, and it’s a struggle. Dead bedroom. Poor communication. The mutual assumption of the other’s malice. You know the drill. The only things keeping me from divorce are comfort and a deathly fear of change.
She knows nothing about this.
It’s my little secret.
This is my place to be openly me, but anonymously, and have a little fun escaping from the sublime banality of being a person.
If that sounds somehow compelling, I can assure you that you will inevitably tire of me.
Not really sure if I’m a good person.
Sometimes I’m a poet.
Anything horrible you have to say, I’ve already said it to myself, so save it.

















