Just another ghost.
Learning to code feels odd... Like I somehow already knew how in the back of my head. It makes sense. I'm not used to it, to things clicking and working. I can do it when I have a migraine.
Black raspberries stain my fingers. I made jam from them last year, Looked like I was a murderer after, Bright red-black stains all over the kitchen. Cleanup was hell.
Whoever said being depressed was just being lazy... Has never been depressed. With major depressive disorder, even simple things can take Herculean efforts.
I wish I could be as happy as my cats are, curl up someplace warm and soft, And sleep..
The programing class was silent until they saw me playing minecraft... "if I didn't need to eat I could play this all day," I said. "you can eat in minecraft," replied one of the guys. I facepalmed..
Why are cat farts do awful?.
Lead the pack, Said the expert. The dog and I exchanged glances, And I turned to a different station. Some days you can be a leader. Other days are for snuggling on the couch..
Everything that was yours Is now mine, Said the cat. This includes You. Now for a nap. It is hard Ruling the world..
It tasted like chicken, Gone bad. Everything in the world Against you, Even your mind..
Early to rise, and early to bed May make you healthy And socially dead..
I was going to write something awesome this morning. I KNOW I was. It was right at the tip of my mind, waiting.
Just write. It seemed like a simple enough mandate. Pencil or pen, typewriter, word processor, computer, tablet...there was no shortage of tools.
Soft, pink, marshmallowy All round shapes and gaping beak. "don't touch it, it's dirty", says a voice: jagged and harsh. Soft, charcoal eyes peer up at me. We've all been here before.