FRUSTRATION BREAKING POINT
i'm tired of wasting all this anxious energy on all of the things i am supposed to care about but don't. school, where i am learning nothing that will make the world better for anyone, let alone me. three hours spent in bed with anna, just listening and stroking her hair, makes me feel more useful than i have in weeks. i wish i could just go up to someone, some organization, a horse whisperer, a basketmaker, a people-who-will-find-the-cure-for-hunger-er, and say hey! teach me something useful! and they would just take me instead of asking how many interships/scholarships/4.0 averages I've had and reminding me that even that probably won't be enough. i'd rather be making a million baskets so people could carry things than sitting in this classroom fighting the urge to fall asleep. I AM STARTING A BASKETWEAVING REVOLUTION. i know there must be a place i could be useful, but so far i only know where i am not.
p.s. also, upon recieving the almost entirely useless/bright red rough draft of my paper back i typed in the address of killmenow.com. apparently there are a lot of great websites for postpartum depression. nobody appreciates my humor.
p.s. also, upon recieving the almost entirely useless/bright red rough draft of my paper back i typed in the address of killmenow.com. apparently there are a lot of great websites for postpartum depression. nobody appreciates my humor.