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[Nov. 21st, 2009|08:07 pm] |
Patient Application
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
They keep telling me that writing everything out will help but I just don't see what it's going to accomplish me. There is no deep seeded root to the things that have come to pass, there is no grandmother to hold my hand and gently nudge me in the right direction, there is only me and a journal, there is only me and a pencil, their is only me and... And nothing. I have nothing, I'm just sitting her scribbling down my thoughts as well as stupid mind numbing thoughts asking to write down something that means something real to me. I'll write down something that means something real and no one will understand it.
I miss him, and I'm not getting him back.
Welcome to my reality.
Irene |
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[Nov. 20th, 2009|05:15 pm] |
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“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”
-Alice in Wonderland
When Alice Liddell or Wendy Darling came home to their parents, neither had known quite what to say to them to explain their days of absence. The children who spent their time in worlds of fantasy with the fairies, talking cats, or wolves that follow you on your way to Grandmother's house were always considered a bit off. After their initial disappearances, they spent their lives paranoid of what could fly through the windows, come out of the wardrobe in the empty room, or appear in a flash of red light, donning a pair of mock ruby slippers and wicked green smile.
They became, as many people told their parents, completely mad.
So what was a caring father or mother to do when a man came to them, spilling of a place where they wouldn't have to pay for their children to be cared for, where the government would fund them while still giving the top of the line treatment, care, and education? All the tiny girls and boys who babbled about places like "Oz," or "Wonderland," or the ever popular "Neverland" were worried for, and eventually, shipped off to the asylum, where their parents could only hope that their prayers for a normal son or daughter would finally be answered.
we're all mad here.
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