The Drivel Thread

She said it when she badgered me to buy her cheese puffs, and I refused, so she threw a tantrum, and then I said that I wasn't going to go to the store for her at all. That was when she said "You really are sick, aren't you!".
 
My schizophrenia label is convenient for Russell, because no one would believe me but conspiracy theorists.
 
Ya, go ahead and write me off as just nuts. Maybe someday something so wild will happen to you. Then you'll be sheepish toward me.
 
I'm full of energy this morning. Think I'll go for a run, in my walking shoes. I'm feeling positive, though the future looks bleak, with the 15 minute cities being implemented. Not here, yet, but I guess it's coming.
 
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anxiety bloody awful poetry testing the waters trying to feel good in your own skin trying to make friends wanting to alleviate anxiety wanting to feel safe to be honest wanting to have integrity
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