I've always talked to myself,
but these days
I feel stereotypically crazy
the "I should be locked up for my own good"
kind of crazy.
I don't know how long
I spent in my room
laughing until
there were tears in my eyes.
Twice I made a move
to leave the room,
twice I collapsed laughing.
I wondered if I was actually crying,
But no,
it was laughter.
Laughter,
because my god,
it's all so **** funny.
I counted my Klonopin today.
She told me to ration them.
I took four on one day
three on another,
if I skip a day or two,
I'll be able to take
four on a different day.
It makes sense in my head.
Without the Klonopin,
I'm angry again.
She asks if I'm thinking
about eating today,
"not really idc"
An "I care" response
only elicits
"Sorry about that,"
too much of a coward to say
"That's not my problem"
or better yet,
**** you, leave me alone,
go tend to your partner,
or datemate,
or whatever the **** you call them."*
Maybe I don't really mean it,
but there's only
**** You"*
in my heart today.
I won't take the Klonopin today
so I can drink wine or a beer
or whatever is cheap.
It makes sense in my head,
as I continue to cackle to myself.
*Who the ****
do you think you are,
Kerouac?*
It's all a joke to me.
I walk and walk and walk
and I buy a too sweet coffee,
instead of *****
which I tell myself
I'll buy later.
I can behave,
if I'm in public,
only emitting
a tiny chuckle
from time to time.
Everyone here
is absorbed in their lives.
No one will know the difference.
It's all a joke to me.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
I've always talked to myself,
but these days
I feel stereotypically crazy
the "I should be locked up for my own good"
kind of crazy.
I don't know how long
I spent in my room
laughing until
there were tears in my eyes.
Twice I made a move
to leave the room,
twice I collapsed laughing.
I wondered if I was actually crying,
But no,
it was laughter.
Laughter,
because my god,
it's all so **** funny.
I counted my Klonopin today.
She told me to ration them.
I took four on one day
three on another,
if I skip a day or two,
I'll be able to take
four on a different day.
It makes sense in my head.
Without the Klonopin,
I'm angry again.
She asks if I'm thinking
about eating today,
"not really idc"
An "I care" response
only elicits
"Sorry about that,"
too much of a coward to say
"That's not my problem"
or better yet,
**** you, leave me alone,
go tend to your partner,
or datemate,
or whatever the **** you call them."*
Maybe I don't really mean it,
but there's only
**** You"*
in my heart today.
I won't take the Klonopin today
so I can drink wine or a beer
or whatever is cheap.
It makes sense in my head,
as I continue to cackle to myself.
*Who the ****
do you think you are,
Kerouac?*
It's all a joke to me.
I walk and walk and walk
and I buy a too sweet coffee,
instead of *****
which I tell myself
I'll buy later.
I can behave,
if I'm in public,
only emitting
a tiny chuckle
from time to time.
Everyone here
is absorbed in their lives.
No one will know the difference.
It's all a joke to me.