I wish I could get the help I needed. I wish I didn't get arsed around and treated like a dick by services. I wish the world could accept my difference and not call it illness, but still be willing to help me as if it were an illness.
We
It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists.
The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"
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