“my child is fine” your child has had the same opera on repeat for more than two months because nothing else brings her joy anymore
[Image ID: The poem “One Source of Bad Information”, by Robert Bly.
There’s a boy in you about three
years old who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty
Thousand Years. Sometime it’s a girl.
The child had to make up its mind
How to save you from death. He said things like:
“Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”
You live with this child, but you don’t know it.
You’re in the office, yes, but live with this boy
At night. He’s uninformed, but he does want
To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy
You survived a lot. He’s got six big ideas.
Five don’t work. Right now he’s repeating them to you.
/end id]
due to budget cuts our treasurer is now a little mouse pulling his empty pockets inside out and looking up forlornly with great big tears in his eyes
y'all ever get bored but like in an angry way….like you keep picking things up and putting them down bc none of them is The Right Thing and you have like pent up manic energy but absolutely nothing is holding your interest long enough to release it and you’re just >:(
something so liberating about tying up your disgusting greasy hair in a bun, putting on your depression pants, and going to the store knowing for a fact that you look like utter shit. NOBODY in this grocery store desires me carnally and its amazing <33
screaming crying shaking making myself go outside. go to the store. buy something. anything. a little treat. whatever. i need to go outside for my stupid mental health NOW
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