the silence screams now, where did it go, the endless kid babble and the whining and the constant requests for snacks, i should enjoy it, i know, but i don't, i hate it, all of it, every moment, and that's the truth i can't say out loud, scrolling back, christ, ten years, i was someone else, someone... whole, complete, not just a collection of half-eaten sandwiches and lukewarm coffee stains and the endless need to be NEEDED, does @harper feel this? does anyone? maybe i should paint a picture of goldfish crackers and call it "my life" maybe chris would get it then.