and this, children, is what happens when you forget to take your psychotropic drugs
everything is crumbling rotting molding falling endless intheworstwaypossible demotivated delovely dead disintegrating into the earth where i belong with the dirt and the musk and the end of it all.
A lot of people are going to tell you to cheer up, but I'm going to take an interesting turn and tell you to not.
Why? Because these are also beautiful thoughts - just not positive ones.
Though I do hope you feel better, I also recognize that sometimes, anger and frustration is a real and useful thing - and when you can capture it in words, they can also be pretty stunning, no matter how brief and how negative.
Burn bright like a bonfire, kid; but don't burn out.
“Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And if I am compelled to take part in it, Where is the director? I want to see him.”
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Where are your beautiful thoughts now?
Hugs, remember to medicate it up, and I'm always on my email if you ever need to chat.
cheer up...it's not monday anymore!
A lot of people are going to tell you to cheer up, but I'm going to take an interesting turn and tell you to not.
Why? Because these are also beautiful thoughts - just not positive ones.
Though I do hope you feel better, I also recognize that sometimes, anger and frustration is a real and useful thing - and when you can capture it in words, they can also be pretty stunning, no matter how brief and how negative.
Burn bright like a bonfire, kid; but don't burn out.
This is poetic. In an unexpected sort of way.
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