Completely stressed, and I shall blame all my issues on that stupid pink to do list.
Nothing like piping
in stress directly
to my brain. Dots that
will never be filled,
just continue to
reproduce. Bills that
cannot be paid, laun-
dry that has five
baskets and counting.
Assignments still
on their first draft.
Nothing accomplished,
nothing resolved,
nothing encouraging
me to live. Anxiety that
paralyses my spine.
Fridge is empty, and
you have highlighted
that I must venture
into town to retrieve
the shopping. I don't
even have time to brush
my hair, so it is starting
to matt. Ecosystems of
mould are spawning on
the plates. But I am still
responding to emails.
From all the cortisol
swimming inside me
thank you.
Thank you for making me
want to give up.
Thank you for isolating me
from all the things I may
consider fun.
Thank you for creating
a life I wish to no longer
contribute to.
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