It is end of January,
and I still feel the same.
Well not quite the same,
but almost like I am stuck on a treadmill.
I don’t have an object to hold
that signifies progress. Progress towards what?
I am not sure.
I went to the coffee shop this morning
partly because I feel awkward with my family members in the house.
I definitely have avoidant personality disorder.
Let’s see what other psychological disorders
I can attach to myself.
I am sitting where I used to sit
when I was insane.
The difference is that I now I have a coffee,
I now buy into the consumerism
and need to feed myself.
When I was insane I didn’t need food,
food of any kind.
I felt full just by being.
sanity in a human is characterized by needing,
and never quite feeling full.