dontmesswiththetree@gmail.com
Money takes my stress
A friend heals my heart
Some hugs make me better
opheliaeverfall@gmail.com
Somebody cool telling me they like my writing would be nice. People read and watch me a lot nowadays but never say anything. That makes my dysfunction worse.
Nobody I reach out to has ever responded. It’s exactly what ‘Ms. Evil restraining order from a social worker’ did to me. They let me babble at them into the ether and lose my mind looking for a single response, over again, until they had a packet delivered to my door. Their last word to me was, ‘Blocked.’
That’s petulant and childish towards a disabled woman seeking an open door for a healing hug in the future. That’s not an appropriate warning for a harassment restraining order. There is no appropriate restraining order on a schizophrenic woman — none at all. The judge clearly felt bad they had no option to put it through.
Do not believe a liar’s lies because they have a pretty smile. That’s how the person I was died.
I’m hot and ugly. That’s hard. I get it. Trans women are expected to be a certain way for everyone else. I do want to be pretty. It was taken from me.
I want someone to challenge my language, it’s feminine though. Its structure will not be homogenized but I want to cut teeth over my words. I need a creative editor I can trust to clean me up and I can be the most prolific author of all time.
When I’m healthy and taken care of I finish 3500-5000 pristine words a day.
I want to tell every story over again.
I can write like Shakespeare.
