kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

crazy how i find myself thinking i've got a handle on it all finally and then i see the ways that other people tangle their lives together so easily and live so easily together with their friends and i feel like that girl at the top of the stairs painting by norman rockwell

"my child is fine" your child was born into this world

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

all my problems stem from 1) i don't remember things 2) i don't want to do things 3) i don't like being around people