Yeah, I know, I'm posting here without having posted here in anybody else's thread (or at all) in, like, months. But I'll post it anyway. I was too tired or lazy to post anything here.
I'm still lazy and tired. I've been for months. I don't remember what it's like to gbe alert or energetic or focused. Adverb and I have a week-old son and I'm not a very good mother to him. I have trouble focusing, I have trouble committing, and I have trouble accepting responsibility. While I was pregnant I wasn't that worried because I thought I could just take off. When Jack (adverb) and his mother went out with our son Finnegan and I stayed at home because I was tired, I suddenly thought that if I didn't go then I would never have the chance to go. I grabbed the minimum amount of things I needed and walked to the grocery store. I was going to ask people there where I could catch a bus to the Greyhound station, then stay there for days if I had to panhandling until I had enough (on top of what I already had) for a ticket. I was going to go to Brockville, a town I lived in before where half the residents seem to be on disability and it's very easy to get it, and you can get welfare right away there in the meantime and they have a good food bank. The bad part of me keeps thinking I'm not free anymore and I need to get back my freedom, and how it's a shame I can't sleep all the time anymore and I have to do something about that, and how when Finnegan cries in an angry way the bad part of me feels like slapping him or throwing him across the room (which is horrible and says something about my character, I know), and when he cries the bad part of me wants to ignore him and does sometimes for a minute. That's no good either. My son is better off without having me there all the time.
Then I met Jack's mother at the grocery store and they convinced me to come back, but I still want to go.