Are violent words violence?
You haven’t done anything.
Reading Flow my tears… by PKD.
I want to read more, to download imaginary sci fi worlds to my brain imagination station, but I can’t focus for very long.
My psychiatrist always says she doesn’t understand my symptoms. She’s not a very good psychiatrist if she says that.
I might have to report her, to her healthcare company.
Smiling like this reminds me of an old Asian American girl friend (but not girlfriend).
From high school.
I’ve behaved too poorly on here. Someone might try to report me. I can’t risk any personal identifying information.
I just want a body to touch, or talk with.
Just someone to be with.
Mom has to sleep to work in another hospital.
Dad is insane and I never feel him.
What is life.
These endings. Huffppf.