Does anyone else understand the unrelenting urge to mow the lawn at 12:57 A.M.?

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Does anyone else understand the unrelenting urge to mow the lawn at 12:57 A.M.?

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Still trying too find myself .
In which I feel a bit better
Apparently the way to get a lot done at work is to be really, really depressed all day on Sunday. I got to school this morning and discovered my usual Monday morning meeting was cancelled, and man, I did not get enough sleep last night to be emotionally or physically capable of sitting alone in my classroom for an hour, staring at the walls. So somehow, instead of falling asleep at my desk, I…
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Mother's sonnet (poetry)
My mother was manic-depressive.
It was because of my father who was a factory manager,
Probably because there was a house on the factory premises.
There are no women who can talk openly!
And my mother, who couldn't have a well meeting,
she's insane and she's not my father
She abused me!
I resented my mother and shut myself up in my study castle.
Also, I was wary of women, but it was women who
wiped my mind. One of them, a woman who looks like my mother –
although the relationship broke down
She was the one who saved me from this hell of my heart.
By the way, my mother passed away in 1986.
And it was in 1986 when I met her...
母のソネット(詩)
私の母は躁うつ病だった。
それは工場長をしていた父の都合で
工場の敷地の中に家があったためだろう。
気さくに話せる女性が皆無!
そして井戸端会議が出来なくなった母は
精神に異常を来たし、父ではなく
私に精神的虐待を行った!
私は母を恨み、勉強の城に閉じこもった。
また女性には警戒心を強く持ったが
その心理を拭ってくれたのも女性たちだった。
その一人、母に似た女性――交際は破綻したが
この心の地獄から救ってくれたのも彼女だった。
そういえば、母が亡くなったのは1986年、
彼女と出会ったのも1986年だった・・・・・
(2017.03.01)
i made a self-portrait. i hate my face and body lately i could barely look at the mirror without scowling at my ugly reflection, but at least i could make myself flawless in my art. tbh, art has been one of the very few things that keeps me going lately. i’ve been in a bad place for the past couple of months and i don’t know shit about what to do with my life anymore; but drawing and illustrating and creating and crafting somehow fuel me to move forward. it was more than enough for me to see my creations in digital canvas or in crafted materials, but selling my art to actual people who genuinely likes and appreciate my work is really something that surprises and energizes me. like, “wow, you really like this artwork of mine even though i’m a piece of shit?” kinda thing. i’d never thought someone would buy something that i made, really. i’ve always regarded myself as a crappy human being, but somehow creating art and sharing it to people makes me think that somehow, my work has some sort of value. that i have some value. or maybe not, idk. anyway, really thankful for all the support recently. i’m going to attend a handful of events in the coming weeks, and i have some pretty ambitious plans for my art business next year. hopefully, my manic-depressive, anxiety-ridden, and panic-inducing brain would cooperate.

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