You know what one of my favorite things in the whole world is? Blankets. They’re warm and soft and comforting. If you have a bad day, you can just curl up under a blanket and your problems almost vanish. Because in blanket world there are no problems. You can cover your head and just stare at the pattern on said blanket and pretend there is nothing beyond that. No one and nothing outside of that blanket exists.
I spend a lot of time in blanket world these days. Wake up in the morning, crawl out of blanket world. Go to school. Come home. Back to blanket world immediately, usually with a book or movie or tv show. Anything to keep my mind occupied. Then I come out once more for dinner and a shower before going back for the rest of the night. It’s a good system, I think. It keeps my mind in a good place.
Now, spending so much time in blanket world is not normal, and probably not a healthy coping mechanism either, but right now if it works, I’ll take it. Anything to keep my thoughts from wandering to the dark places they so often do these days. Blanket world lets me block out the thoughts and feelings and responsibilities. It keeps me from completely losing it, at least.
Someday maybe I won’t have to hide under blankets all day. Or maybe it’s something I’ll be doing for the rest of my life. I really hope that’s not the case.
PS this is kinda sad actually I just meant to talk about how nice blankets are but then this happened. Sorry.