Chaos

For me, life is pure, unadulterated chaos.

In an average day, I speak to 30 people or more, juggle any number of tasks with speed and precision, rant, rave and try to please, while ignoring the cliche "stuff that matters in life". In the maelstrom of every day, my only support, life raft, is the knowledge that someone loves me enough to put up with my twitching shuddering responses to stimuli felt minutes like hours ago, and that it's a routine that begins and ends with the same disorder every day.

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