write. write write write. new post.
i still haven’t been able to bring myself to read flowers for algernon
everything feels scattered. livejournal is appealing; for the privacy. perhaps i’ll think of something else.
my ssi is being reviewed and i don’t want to want to die. i should absolutely still qualify, but that’s my livelihood and whether i end up unsafe or agitated in inpatient remains yet to be seen.
the messier i am now, the further i’ll have come when i heal. if i heal. will i heal?
if i do, i’ll be an icon. an example of how mental illness can be so bad and then okay.
did you know i am allergic to cheap metals? even mid-range ones, like surgical steel or titanium.
“it gets rough but i work with it, ’cause i’m tough, fit, a renaissance bitch,”
– Kitty Ray
ok. much love. to all