Lindsay Clancy

She strangled her 3 children to death and was charged with 3 counts of murder in the US. After the murders, she attempted suicide by jumping out of a window and is paralyzed.

Sending her to jail is futile, ridiculous. She should not be held criminally responsible. She should be, in my opinion, institutionalized in the hospital.

After the birth of her third child, she asked for help from multiple healthcare providers stating suicidal ideations. Her defence is arguing she was suffering from postpartum psychosis. Where is the rehabilitation?

A shining example of a mental patient

"Kids" by MGMT plays on repeat. It reminds me of when I was 18. The fog is so thick you can't see the buildings. The street is half wet, creating swirling grey patterns in the concrete.

Last year, I started war at my workplace. Now there's beef. I tried to apologize 3 times but nothing works so I gave up. I don't go to work to make friends!

I asked my family doctor (not my psyche-doctor because I dislike him) if you can be rehabilitated from bipolar disorder i. He said no. Fine, I thought. For some reason, when it came out of his mouth, I accepted it.

The seasons are changing and nightfall comes faster. Winter has always inspired me.

Dammit

My ex, Matt, he’s a musician. So I told him to sing me some random song by Death Cab for Cutie but he sang me “Dammit” instead by Blink 182, one of my favourite songs, and in it, there’s cussing. I was wondering if he was going to say the lyric “fucked” and he did and it was cool. I don't think I ever heard the guy curse before. 😎

6:00 a.m.

At 6:00 a.m. the night starts to crack. The sky turns three shades lighter. I rarely watch movies anymore. I used to watch a lot of movies as a child. My girlfriends and I would go to the corner store and other video rental places to scoop up the best looking movies and get really into them.

Leg day is today, at 6:15 a.m. and it's my favourite day. It's September first, which is kinda pivotal if you ask me. It's about to be winter again. I'm ready. I love winter. I don't hate it.

Chelsea unblocked me so I creeped the shit out of her mostly private profile but it was nice to see her thriving and living her best life. That's an ex-best-friend of mine. We grew apart. It's Sunday morning and I'm at home and I've pulled my blinds down.