Life Pt 2

Oh, bloody brilliant. Just when I thought the butterfly scourge was over.

Just when I had written that I think I’ve stopped functioning.

And I just want to lie in bed and do nothing.

A bed that I have to work to maintain.

I wish I could have someone take care of me. Decide for me what to eat, and make me eat at the appropriate times. But not institutional slop FFS. (When Fleabag says this it’s cool.)

This caterpillar was born knowing exactly what it is to do.

What am I supposed to do with my life?