The monsters are wriggling today. I woke up early and did routine maintenance around the house. Laundry is handled and the trash is ready to go out (can't put it out too early). I had a shower. I had breakfast. I've been working. The monsters still wriggle.
Not enough coffee to settle them. It's still the work day so I can't even fall back on cannabis to push them back under the bed where they live.
It's just me and the monsters today. Reminding me that no matter how productive and healthy and normal my days are, they're ready. They'll be quick to judge, tear down, and destroy every beam of light that makes it into my brain.
No, Lemmie. Bad, Lemmie. Positive thoughts and good feelings aren't for you. You belong in the dark. In the gutters. You belong here, so stop trying to get out of it.
You'll drown here. You deserve it.
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