sal-sallyface-fisher

Also I never told y'all. I LEFT MY OLD SHITE SHOW OF A JOB AND HAVE BETTER ONE NOW!!! Still food service. But better//

sal-sallyface-fisher

@pro-hero-hawks It's been almost a year I'm way late to post this //
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I will never understand why words come to me so easily when I write, but as soon as I speak I sound like an idiot. Depression is something wild y'know. You don't realize how simply it can be described until you look at it from the eyes of a poet.
          
          My emotions at this point come and go, so I'll seem distant a lot, but I still care a lot. I just don't know how to control the switch anymore. For me, it's the comfy bed in my mind telling me I don't need to turn on the lights today. Just go back to sleep and forget about the world. What kills me is that those lights need to turn on, but I have to get new ones because the bulbs are broken under the decorative cover on the ceiling. But I can't find the motivation to take those covers off and show the mess laying behind them. Hiding the ugliness from the world. It's too much effort to get out of the bed and take that cover off and find a new bulb to go in it's place. But that's just how I see it to make it look prettier and less painful to listen to. That's the job of the therapist friend and poet. To make it sound pretty and hurt less while still making a point. It's more my mind twisting my fucked up words I wish to spill into something less painful and easier to comprehend.