mental illness
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Misery Autofiction
I don’t think I quite realized how out of my mind I was when I signed up for this mission.
Bad with Computers
I have nothing to do except dwell here playing this game with my “friends.”
Two Poems
Hand me the towel, darling.
sunday morning sloughs / i make a floor plan of your bedroom
last night i decided to shed my split ends.
OCD / Alan / Front Yard
I had no idea
how mentally ill
I really was.
6 Poems
I love Space
In my memory, yes
I’ve felt it, the joy
Kurt Cobain is Alive, and Homeless in New York.
Despite Greta saying the pain would go away, the hole was still hurting after several weeks, but he’d forgotten how many.
Sleep has no home here
I’d been told to kill everyone at home.
Pay Day
It’s hard bringing the old hot oil out at the end of the night because the waitresses are usually camped in the alley behind the bar, smoking a joint and showing each other dick pics on their phones.
Getting Good Work Ethic
The grids of the data entry software displaying on my monitor become blurry, I look out across the open plan office and my colleagues are moving through a translucent desert haze, I can feel every synthetic fibre of my cheap work trousers rubbing against my skin. It is coming, I am getting good work ethic.