Can’t.

Have I been posting weekly? I don’t feel like I have been. Only about a month and a half left in Toronto. Last night, I felt crazy again. It visited me, the madness, and swallowing pills was all I could think about. It wasn’t intense, but there it was. Listening to Aurora by the Foo Fighters. I’m barely living. I haven’t done dishes in weeks. It’s a gauge of my health, whether I can do dishes or not. Or laundry. I want sweet chocolate. I want to write poetry. That is all.

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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