A while ago, a shaman put her hands on my shoulders. The first thing she ‘saw’ was a pack of wolves pursuing me. Then, a man with a scalpel cutting open my chest and taking a piece of me.
I am so incredibly tired. A strange and seemingly kind woman keeps trying to make small talk with me, I want to snarl at her and rip her head off; I want her to leave me the fuck alone. I do not have spare energy for her. I spend all day shopping, cooking, cleaning, photographing, writing. Who thinks I have time or energy to emotionally or physically care for them? I do not. There is nothing left over. So don’t ask.