Tornado Alert

I’m rude and abrupt, I speak without grace,  A walking tornado wearing hate as a face. Pleasantries avoid me, I chase them away, But I’m fully justified in my own twisted way. I don’t do “friendly”, I don’t do “socials”, I don’t do meet-ups, catch-ups or phone calls, I don’t do life well, I don’tContinue reading “Tornado Alert”