Triangles.
Round round round round round.
Shape words are currently my brain-food. I keep drawing circles. My mother tried to have a serious discussion with me the other day and the only word I could think was 'Triangles.'
Mum: 'You know we're here for you?'
Me: 'Yep, triangles.'
Mum: 'I mean seriously, if you need people to talk to...'
Me: 'Yeah, I know, it's triangles.'
Mum: 'I just get so worried, you know?'
Me: 'Triangles, triangles.'
Mum: 'You should talk, not keep everything pent up inside. That's really bad for you.'
Me: (panicky now) 'Triangles, mum!'
I just... can't talk. About this. To them. GAH.