My mind races. Kinda like the carnival. Anytime I lay down, Anytime I shower, watch tv, go pee, fuck...the music starts the conversations flow and the party picks up. Sometimes it just needs to you know "shut the fuck up".
" I don't want to hear a remix of the cure, tupac, johnny cash and lady gaga"; brain thank you very much.
"I don't know where my purple shirt or my springform pan is."
" No we cannot buy shoes today."
"Rowan's not OCD she is just a kid."
"The baby we lost wasn't meant to be."
"god hates me and Jesus was just a cool dude. Energy rings. I haven't killed or punched anyone in a while. I don't think I can. I believe in energy and mindfullness. Pixies and fairies. I've met a few. Whatever happened to that girl..."
"when was the last time you went to the doctors. Your tooth is broken call the dentist"
"my hair would look cute blonde, but it was a bitch to get my natural color back"
"you lack the focus to make homemade pasta"
"soup fixes everything, so does the safety dance"
"there are no bears outside that will rape and gouge your vagina"
"shut up"
"tacos...beer..."
"I don't like this lamp, too bright. The suns a bitch, I hate yellow"
"and he's commin' after me with a butterfly net"
"Beck-god?..."
This is life with anxiety, all of these thoughts ALL AT ONCE! Gotta get this fixed. And I am. So brain, people, everyone Shut The Fuck Up!
Thank you kindly.
- Adree Does Eat
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