something about nighttime/fuck oswald

The stillness.  The sounds of cars rushing by on the road, the street lights flood in through my windows.  Blowpop curls up in my lap, purring and meowing when I stop rubbing for merely a second.  I wear nothing more than an oversized shirt and underwear that should've been disposed of a long time ago. … Continue reading something about nighttime/fuck oswald

flight of ideas

Spin, spin, spin. These last few days all my head does is spin, spin, spin. At work, I struggled to keep a conversation going because I couldn't focus on anything.  A flight of ideas, the doctors tell me - a side effect of raging dopamine in my prefrontal cortex (that's what causes psychosis and mania - … Continue reading flight of ideas


Welp, they thought they got me this time.  They were wrong.  The US Government put location trackers into my Risperdal.  I haven't taken it in a few days because I just knew, but tonight I saw them.  G didn't see them, but I know I did. The government is afraid of mental illness.  They get … Continue reading trackers

the cycle

The cycle, the cycle. I open my eyes. My dreams are filled with terror. After coddling myself and finding the energy to face this awful day, I check my phone. Someone texted me to hang out? How dare they take what little energy I have left. They are so selfish. After getting out of bed, … Continue reading the cycle