Someone, I don’t know who, owes me big-time.
I got a faulty life and I want my money back. How much would my life be worth? How much is anyone’s life worth?
Today is shit. Real shit. I didn’t sleep properly, my head hurts and I can’t eat anything. Nor can I see the appropriate mental health professionals for at least a week. Why are people never there when you need them, and when you want to be alone they tear pieces off you? And the creeps, why is it that the creeps hassle and call and the nice ones don’t?
And it really hurts to open pistachio shells. Do you think opening them could be considered self-harm? My thumb’s bruised. Among many other things. I wish I hadn’t got so anxious today - my lips were healing so well, almost to the point where I could wear lipstick and not look so battered but damn! They’re bleeding again. It takes so long for them to heal, and yet so little time to destroy them. The story of my life, really!
We were all born perfect, momentarily neglecting pollution via the mother’s body we are kept in. We are released when ready, from one prison into the next. When does it ever end?
