One woman's thoughts/writings/rantings/raves about it all…witty, comedic/sardonic, twisted/tainted, in your face, edgy-nessness combined with some serious shit that might actually help you. Warning: may remove the mental block that your Therapist was trying to uncover about whether Santa molested you before or after he ate your cookies, may give way to massive crying jags in your gin spiked morning coffee, or may encourage you to bludgeon yourself with the rusty hammer that you have used to bang nails into the walls to hang a lifetime of you have no idea wtf any of this will add up to at your life review when your dead stuff; either way, have at it!
Write to write what others tell you shouldn’t be written about. Speak that which others tell you never to speak about. Living out loud is far better than dying a slow death inside.