A Heart That's Full Up Like A Landfill

I finally received the diagnosis of my mole yesterday. Benign, as suspected. So that's good news.

And that's all I have.

And why is that all I have? Mostly because I'm a whiny bitch. A whiny confused bitch. That's got to be, like, the worst kind of bitch ever.

{Many words edited out to avoid passive-aggressiveness. Drafted blog posts...helping me avoid therapy since June '09...maybe avoidance isn't the best path.}

But, hey, that whole mole situation turned out well. Maybe this will, too.