Escaping Stimulation: Embracing Solitude and Self-Care

I find myself needing to withdraw during busy days
into bed or a darkened room
or any place where I can have some privacy
and relief from stimulation.
No, I like to fuck the day.
I do. If it’s a.
If it’s coming at me, it’s like, listen,
you came at me, bro.
Get ready to get your shit pushed in Tuesday,
if that is your real name.
Oh, fuck.
Tuesday’s becoming Tuesday gay. Let’s go.
I don’t. The day fucks me.
I grab my ankles a lot. Doesn’t that one describe me exactly?
Oh, yeah.
Where I’m like, I just need to.
If there’s more people than me here,
you’re in the room for at least an hour.
In the bedroom. Or sometimes you’ll be like,
I’ll go to the bathroom. Like,
what are you doing in there?
Sometimes I’m like, just let me sit on the toilet in silence.
You’re like a dad.
Yeah. Play your games,
play your puzzles on the. Taking a shit.
I’m like, I just need no stimulation.
You’re not sensitive. You’re a dad. That’s different.