Playing a fun game called "but WHY does that upset you and what precisely IS this emotion" a lot at the moment ( Read more... )

Poetry

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Yes yes alright I am sensitive poet boy, fine.

Insanity check1. Have perfectly civil conversation with man selling mushrooms. Demonstrate vague knowledge of some mushrooms ( Read more... )

Tough times in the realms of my brain. Therapy leaves me so bruised these days that I feel like crying (instead I went and got a matcha latte because that seemed a grown-up response that was less heinous than drinking until everything stops happening, which is what I wanted and still want to do ( Read more... )

I am working on the assumption that if I constantly distract myself from suicidal despair and pessimism and stop thinking about the thing that is causing it, it will just go away on its own. I would say "and that is why I am not discussing it with the therapist" but he has his own agenda and determination to talk about things related to a specific ( Read more... )

What have I done today ( Read more... )

1. A Conversation About Mental Health ( Read more... )

Bludgeoning away at today: poked new workplace for better information on what I'm meant to be doing, then angrily made cookies (this necessitated the discovery that my self-raising flour was full of weevils and thus having to construct self-raising with plain and baking powder: fuck self-raising flour in the eye and also fuck weevils) which turned ( Read more... )

Poetry

poetry conversation1. Had a missed call yesterday, no idea who from. Decided to Google the number today while bored out of my mind at work, discovered it was the Halliwick, remembered I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE AN APPOINTMENT ON MONDAY MORNING and promptly flew into a panic. Linds has managed to call them and they say they'll reschedule again ( Read more... )

next weekend i'm participating in a psych study which amounts to playing some computer games and being interviewed about my shitty parents (since fused piercings = can't have the mri scans) and i get paid for this nonsense ( Read more... )

Dreamed last night that I had a fucking massive spider caught in my hair, one big enough that the bite would have been a problem, and I couldn't see it to get hold of it safely and release it. I kept asking people to help me but they kept running off or screaming or going omfg no or asking how I could let something like that happen. Someone offered ( Read more... )