I don’t know. I’m writing in here again. This is like, my hobby. Poetry and blogging are hobbies. Yeah. Maybe I just need to taste other cultures. Maybe I’m too American. You know? I always hate on America. Maybe I’m the one who is too American… … Mom’s making me a fish sandwich, because I […]

The words out of my mouth every time I see my mother are, “I don’t know what to do.” She says, “What do you want to do?” like it’s a matter of just picking the right activity. No, mom. I’m saying I’m panicking. I’m quietly panicking, and dying, and I don’t know what to do […]

What the fuck. The sadism of the medical healthcare system is appalling here. I just restrained myself from messaging my case manager and resolved to wallow in my depression and inactivity instead. What the fuck. Because I know they don’t like me messaging them. Like it’s their job to help me But only on their […]

I had complaints, but I can’t even voice those because when I went to try here it was just, death. Ugh. I don’t know. Over. I want to like, part of my life, to be traveling on foot, to achieve or accomplish tasks, in real life, not in video games. I want land, which I […]

I don’t know. I’m not so far away from functionality that my brain is completely rotten; I could transition to a state of productivity. It’s just the depression standing in the way. If by depression you mean, “I’m just not interested in labor as much as in leisure, and I’m in a place in life […]