Everyone is expecting way too much out of me today. I feels like, no one cares about me, so why do I have to suffer as they recount the minutest details of their lives, repeatedly? I never have to worry about anyone reading this blog because, frankly, no one cares what I have to say. Guess what? Texting gives me panic attacks. But I do it, constantly, for the privilege of having any human contact.
So it occurs to me, why am I doing this? I don't even like human contact. I'd rather just be left alone. So, I'm not replying to texts tonight. Not that it will hurt anyone but myself- no one is terribly interested in anything I'd try to text- but maybe I can find peace in complete isolation?
The musings of a crazy lady from Hamilton, Ohio. "Madwoman in the attic" is a reference to the book "Jane Eyre," and our world where we try to silence and "lock away" the mentally ill.
15 April 2012
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