Elucidating Questions

I understand that because my life is shitty people don’t want to deal with me

Afterall who would want to talk to someone having a hard time?

Sounds like work

And people often tell me to go to therapy

Which I already am

It just turns out therapy isn’t the cure for poverty or debilitating chronic illnesses or regular socialisation

Who knew?

And I don’t want to tell anyone how I am

But there are cracks in my mask recently

As this disease grips me I lose more and more

And my monthly disability cheque just doesn’t cut it

Slowly work has become more and more difficult

I find myself unable to speak up for myself

Because no one ever taught me

What was taught to me was avoiding confrontation at all costs

Meanwhile Israelis are “hoping for victory”

Which amounts to there being no one left

But they’re all getting tonnes of support

They’re murdering tens of thousands

But I need therapy

Sometimes I compare myself to the evil in this world

Wondering if I’m somehow worse because I’d have to be to be punished this way by reality

But I haven’t killed twenty thousand people

Which just makes me think true evil just wins in this world

This poor rock

She couldn’t have expected this when she birthed life

I don’t know, mom, if all I’m here for is to document your life at the end of humanity as it tears itself to pieces

God’s chosen children are just as much animals as the rest

I wish we respected you enough not to blow you and your children up

And I’m alone today as usual

Unable to do anything about anything