The Bloody Doors Off

Not doing great tonight.

Can’t put it in words.

Not coherently.

It’ll pass.

It always does.

But being in the moment.

Sucks.

I’m throwing off huge negative energy.

Which effects the household.

Hell.

A simple “the family wants to have dinner when Wayne and Donna come to town next month”.

Took on an ominous tone.

Like I was inviting them to dine in Cloud City.

With Vader the guest of honour.