acid

i know it's my choices that have led me here.

no one to blame but myself.

and i hate the acid that rises in my throat when i see information about my peers - masters degrees, marriages, babies and fantastic glamorous whatevers...

if this train is derailed, i need to get off my ass and re-rail it, not resent the more "accomplished".

i am having a day of feeling incapable. maybe all along i should have been shoeless, sweeping the convent, praying ceaselessly, isolated and ignorantly blissful.