Elucidating Questions

We all deserve to live like we’re kids forever.

I’m not saying that we don’t work or contribute in any way if we can

But work shouldn’t be labour

And we should make things easier, safer, where we can

And let eachother have the freedom of free time to just be

Raising children shouldn’t be a two person job

It wasn’t, way way back

Kids worked then, but we know better

Something humanity is

Sub-decent at is course correcting (recent history not withstanding) eventually

Life should be more than this

You’re a slave to money then you die

You’re a slave to the capitalist machine

See, I envision a rose coloured place where this is heaven.

We have this capability to do great things

But I think this constant search for more and more is foolish in some places

We can say “we don’t need more than this”

We should have, in fact

Some things, medicine, for instance, I understand this need to know more

But I think our accepted methods of furthering this research are barbaric and I’d sacrifice having to wait for cures for things if they’d stop torturing other living creatures for it

We all deserve to live like we’re kids

Every living thing

Just enjoying

I know that would be hard to accomplish with, y’know, bugs and stuff

Some other person can come and platform bug leisure though

I don’t know enough about them

I wish there was a place like what I imagine

Sometimes I wish I was creating paradise in my life

All the things I needed, or noticed other people needing, other beings

That I was creating a place where that would be provided to them

But paradise, heaven, is just a cop out of life

You don’t have to affect real change because you’re going to heaven where it’s going to be better so it doesn’t matter

I know it’s a coping method

My mind making me dream fantasies of a better place during the day

My mind saying it can’t handle reality for a moment and needed a break

Gather up all the fantasies of those without

Make a world just for them

Those who already have don’t need to be there

They can have their gods

Those seen by the gods can have them

But I want this place to be better

This is Eden

This gorgeous planet

It’s Wild Eden

I don’t want to tame it I want to live within it

I want to coexist here

With everything

Scraping together what I can this week

The weed story will be much the same

But at least I’ll have nicotine

I wish this upcoming so called disabled people uplifting benefit was $2000 a month

Not a year.

Oh yeah I’m just going to save those $200 allotments

That’s possible

I’m not sure how I’m going to fair

This promise of continued struggle just makes me want to run away

I wish I could run away from my disease

Maybe I’m being spared from something

But the hours, days, weeks, months, I have spent alone

Have simply prepared me to want to give up

I miss mostly well me

Lonely as hell

But entertained, drugged appropriately, and fed

That was nice

I’m an idiot

But at least I can say I had a nice time again before I die

That’s not happening again any time soon

It’s not like I can’t understand, other than in my worst moments, why no one is rushing in to help

I would help me, but I would help everyone, and I’m not a good benchmark

Why anyone has to live like this I’ll never know

I’ll never understand it

The fact that most people on this planet are worse off than me just

It shouldn’t be this way

I’m so stuck

I need an income

I can’t make the income I need

So, like, what?

I’m not finding a partner. I can’t offer sex, and most people don’t like that

Some person who doesn’t want to live with me officially, because I may lose my benefits, and will never be able to marry me, similarly so, who doesn’t want sex, or place expectations on me I’ll never meet until they slowly fade into obscurity like everyone else

Yeah right

I don’t know

I dream of a way out because I can’t actually find my way out

There aren’t chances all over town

Only for those with connections

I don’t know if I want to be here for the next four years

It’s really hard right now

I feel like every time I think I’ve found the darkest my life will go it gets darker

And suddenly I’m craving the light of suffering to the lesser degree

I need like $100 to just show up

Why does it always feel like that amount no matter how much I make except for on my PWD days.

I’m so lost

Like I’m awful with money, I know this

All my life I’ve never saved a cent.

I’ve done dumb, desperate things, to try to get money

I hate money, but the original capitalistic need to have money got to me initially

Now it’s actual need most of the time

Last April to June was just me breaking

This life isn’t sustainable

If I don’t have entertainment I go insane

Sorry

And entertainment isn’t like needing to play games or watch TV all the time, I’d crochet and make things, do things

Probably try a lot more things

Be able to get access to materials that don’t hurt my hands so I could wrap stones more easily

Just things that make time go by if I can’t interact with any person in person

Everything is digital

I hate it

So much shit all the time

I want a simpler life that doesn’t involve being hungry all the time or being bored and alone out of my skull

This is probably going to be short, I have a headache, but I just wanted to say thank you.

To all you people who still read this or have joined in to read

I recieved my first tip on ko-fi yesterday from some lovely human who no doubt just wanted to brighten my day a bit

And I was in it yesterday

Petulant and not functioning

I use this site as a place to put my terrible thoughts

The ones that are caused by the culmination of all my life

Where I go in my worst moments

Because people should know what suffering looks like

And I say that not in that I want to be on display

But that someone has to write from the poverty point of view

The I can’t afford to publish my own book point of view

Afford the money nor the energy

People need to see the disabled point of view

And, yeah, I’m not myself when I’m suffering

No kidding

But y’all still here and I appreciate that

I see some names that have stuck around over the years and I appreciate you

I’m probably not going to be myself much over the next few months

I don’t know how I can be, facing the end of an actual era of my life

Again

For the worse

Again

I don’t know

I don’t feel like me at all right now

I feel locked behind doors of panic and fear

I may drop off the radar at some point

But I’m trying my best

I’m failing, but I’m trying my best.

Thanks for hanging around.

Thanks S, you allowed me to find a bit of light yesterday that got me out of bed and eating dinner, rather anything at all.

Forever appreciated

Pain management get

And all is right in the

It’s not though because I can’t afford food again which means another week of depression food

And Trump is going to be president

And Americans are telling me that I, as a Canadian, have no right to talk on their politics

Because apparently my province didn’t just almost elect a far right wing party because the swamp is fucking spilling over Linda

Her name isn’t Linda it just fit

Sorry Linda

I’m terrified

Gaza is fucked

Lebanon is fucked

My LGBTQIA+ siblings in the states

Every woman

I want to be there when his followers get fucked by him

Like I want to see the hope drain from their eyes

I don’t want to do anything bad to them

But I just want to see how it feels

Would I feel superior?

Would I feel bad for them?

Should I even feel bad for them?

I am all for loving thy neighbour

Up until the point said neighbour has a gun pointed at me, carries signs damning me to hell, or tries to take away the rights of women

Or anyone else

God

Were you not prepared for this animosity?

Yes you God with a capital you

Made in your image?

Such a vengeful

Nasty

Selfish

Narcissistic

Image

That eventually they’d be just like you?

Little mini gods

With guns!

My therapist was supposed to have surgery

My calendar just reminded my of our appointment that I tried to cancel on Monday

I just realised I haven’t heard anything at all

Thanks calendar, 5/10

I know the reason I’m more anxious than usual

Is that there’s so much anxiety

Just, everywhere

I feel, very much, like a shaken up pop right now

I would be that Sakura flavoured drink they released that year I lived in Japan

I probably taste like one that was made then too

I want to go home

That place where the light is

Had a replica

For a bit

Something about even an endless night having a dawn

They sing better songs in my dreams

But where is mine?

I believe I told you the last one was a fake

Where is the dawn for all these people?

All these people who are living similar lives to me?

Worse?

I wish I could be

Anything close to helpful

Trapped

They scream they have freedom with their legs anchored to the floor

I scream we don’t have freedom

They call me and all others like me insane

I’ll let you know how that went for them

It really feels like the sky is joining in when I cry

Every time I’ve come to the back door in tears it’s raining alongside me

It even eased off just now when I stopped crying

There are lots of reasons to cry

I was just crying because a person I follow on Instagram lost her soul cat last month and just announced she lost her dad on October 30th as well

Before that I was crying because a cat I follow has recovered from his illness to the point of bringing his mum stuffies again (which is his favourite thing to do)

Yup, the rain stopped as soon as my tears did

Peculiar

The sky took it personally when I said I didn’t have anyone to halve my tears with?

That moment of solidarity where the weather mirrors me

The opposite of those days the nice weather seemed to mock my pain

I’m massively uncomfortable right now, waiting until my dealer is up to bring me my weed

Being awake is hard

But I felt less alone when I opened the door and the sky was crying with me

It’s sad

To lose a parent is one of the most profound experiences a person can have

Because all at once that little person inside you who believed they’d always be there is proven wrong

I haven’t really experienced it yet

Besides people who claimed they were my parents and just disappeared like everyone else

“I love you like my own”

Your own should probably be careful then as your love is conditional

But the thought of losing my mum has weighed heavily on me

She’s sick, like me, but she’s had the disease for about 15 years longer, so it’s done worse to her body than mine, I’m sure

She had to get heart surgery because her heart was going too slowly

I cry for other people, a lot

I cry about my own pain, but usually I’m crying for others

I’ve been crying too much lately

Too many things going wrong

But, if the sky will cry with me

Maybe I won’t feel so alone

There’s nothing like suffering when you know others are having a good time

Be it me sitting at the backdoor in Summer, on my some several months alone, listening to people talking and laughing in the evening

Or just knowing that I’m the one in my family who’s struggling while others are just fine

Trying not to get jealous of the delicious food they’re probably eating while I’m eating crap

I don’t want to resent them

But I do

There’s nothing like hearing about how other people are enjoying themselves when I can’t

It’s just going to get worse

Either I’m in some house somewhere up island all alone or I’m here paying way too much rent to live in a trailer

Or I’m homeless

And I’d almost rather be homeless than live in the trailer

Everything feels like it’s mocking me

Like all the enjoyment is at my expense

And who cares if I sleep all day and don’t function and waste my life?

They’re all fine.

That’s what matters right?

That everyone else is fine

I just have to suffer through another night and another morning and then I can afford my pain management

My pain is meaningless to anyone but me

Doesn’t matter

Never did