go here: take only the final quiz or take all 3. i don't mind. it's sad, though. this is a poem about choice. about fate and mental illness and how love fits inside of all of it. this is a poem about a long dark hallway. mostly this is a poem about mango sushi rolls.

today, i read this by @gutpuker:

"there is something wrong with me" would imply there's something right with other people. which I don't believe.

if you feel 'not normal' in the sense of feeling like you're different from everybody else - hopefully this stirs something within you as it did in me. for every argument in existence of what is normal, there are millions of people challenging that idea, and you wouldn't call them weird as easily as you do yourself. it might be time to strip back this notion and the way you exist in it. what is "normal" to you? when you look at other people, where do you feel you differ from them, in the most literal sense? are you missing connections? or, if you feel 'not normal' in the sense of feeling like there's something inherently or inwardly wrong with you that you can't quite explain or place - it might be time to return to yourself. are you stuck in the same routine, or the same physical location, or with the same (admittedly, draining kind of) people around you? do you see plenty of strangers in your daily life? do you read enough new things that aren't social media posts? do you nourish your body well enough? what kind of music are you listening to, and how is it actually impacting you? are you hurting anywhere?