electrical impulses through billions of synapses."* The boy blinks, confused, then turns to his mother and asks, *"Mom, how do brains work?"* The mother looks at her husband, then back at her son, and says, *"It’s the thing your father turns off the second he walks through that
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Seems like whenever I'm doing one of the million things I want to do I think about the other things I could be doing. It's a terrible cycle I get stuck in. Maybe it's ADHD
I’ll never understand why you guys make excuses for getting pregnant by men who do not make sense. And I know I’m extremely fertile. No man has had the luxury of having access to my womb yet.
II don’t know that there’s enough time leftc think he’s there to guide me through the light but
oortisol courses and there’s a cricket on my shoulder
cnly to end up at the same crossroads as the others
tonquered dragons and melted witches and haunted houses
o no avail
BOut this longing is no stranger but rather an old friend returning home. Years of quiet devotion were rewarded with merely a single year of answers. A fleetiAh how sad and pitiful is an unanswered inquiry.
sting in my heart from knowing they will remain unasnwered.
me: i am going to bed at a reasonable hour tonight also me at 3 am: brain: hey. remember that one extremely awkward thing you did in 2017? me: please. i am begging you to let me sleep.