Mar 20
I have spent months of my life, hour by hour, poured over studying psychology.
My test grades reflect skill. I search textbooks and case studies like my own personal bible.
I memorize vocabulary like a mantra, I cite diagnostic characteristics like poems.
I can’t find a chapter in my textbook on why I cannot sleep at night when the air smells the same way it did this time 6 years ago.
No vocabulary explains why me and my father haven’t been the same since I was a child, my teacher will never tell me why I haven’t fit into my body for years.
I will never write an essay using the scientific method to study why my body will never release what has happened to it.
My test grades reflect skill. I search textbooks and case studies like my own personal bible.
I memorize vocabulary like a mantra, I cite diagnostic characteristics like poems.
I can’t find a chapter in my textbook on why I cannot sleep at night when the air smells the same way it did this time 6 years ago.
No vocabulary explains why me and my father haven’t been the same since I was a child, my teacher will never tell me why I haven’t fit into my body for years.
I will never write an essay using the scientific method to study why my body will never release what has happened to it.
it’s pretty late at night and I can’t sleep, so I wrote some. this and the next thing I post may be trash and I may delete them in the morning, but tonight they’ve breached the containment of my notes app
