Dad sprayed some Raid on ants in the kitchen. I don’t know how stupid he is.
My psychiatrist recommends I not target individuals or groups with my blog posts.
Sigh. I don’t know if I’ve done that already. I’m worried.
The whole house smells like shit, I’m trying to ventilate a bit.
I am still psychotic and it’s entirely other people’s fault. Fuckers. Humans are garbage.
Anyway. I wish there were somewhere to go but there isn’t, really. I ought to plan an outing at some point. But mom the police officer wouldn’t want me out on my own. It’s a scary thought when I think of it.
Dad the police officer just likes being an obnoxious jackass too.
The family is doomed.
I hope to gradually regain sanity somehow.
We’ve upped one of my meds. Which I should keep secret for some reason.
I mean there’s a lot, lot more. But that’s all as far as I can dig. There’s like, a quantity that is presented, and a quantity that is known. One can be more than the other. It’s an inequality.
I don’t really want to go into the math. I don’t know.
Good luck, whoever you are.