There as some things that I know for certain I cannot and will not ever be able to do. I can’t tell left from right (if I didn’t pick this skill up in preschool, it’s too late for me now), I can’t write poetry (my creative writing teacher will attest), and I cannot teach. It doesn’t matter what the concept is or how simple it would be to explain; if you ask me, you’re definitely not about to learn. I’m too impatient to explain things. I hate it when people ask too many questions. To me, even one question is way too many.
I’m writing this from an enclosed spot behind my couch, sitting underneath a pile of blankets with Ritz crackers and a role of paper towels for my tears. (Are the paper towels rough on my eyes and nose? Yes, but this is a time for strength and not weakness.)
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