jump in my freedom ride

i missed you.



but now my aim has improved.

i feel like no one wants to visit me. i invited all of my stuffed animals to a tea party, and even they didn't want to join me. how's that for rejection?

the texture of things & the way objects move around gives me a grotesque crawly sensation. it takes me way back to terrible acidic escapades. i need to just stop & get over it.

just last night was the start of it. that feeling. the feeling like i'm in trouble, or something bad is going to happen. i don't feel safe at all. (it is a raincloud in my stomach that keeps me up at night.) this depression makes my hands turn into massive idle rocks that hang heavily by my sides while damp sponges take place of my vital organs. my tongue & my eyes are ashen. lately i'm guilty & worried about everything, & doctors say that will cause your face to melt.

i feel like i am in danger. with what, i don't know.
plus, my pants are really rubbing me the wrong way.