me going to my classes is honestly…. all just a performance art piece

The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, New York, April 25, 1939
girl: come over
me: i have extremely severe depression & im still recovering from old trauma
girl: my parents arent home
me: neither were mine for most of my childhood
“longing
sweat
roses”
– Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson from if Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
*wakes up* what the fuck
anyways shout out to the traumatized kids who’s schoolwork suffered severely and teachers never recognized it for what it was. for those of us who grew up with the labels of slow or unfocused or inattentive because of how our trauma impacted our development and ability to do school. we’re not stupid, we never were. we were hurting children who fell through the cracks.
yeah hes cute but does he care about your mental health

