Mentally Documenting Time

Poem 1 Minute

I must document my life,
Every last little piece of time,

What happened in the hour it took me to get out of bed?
What have I done since that, since then,
Exactly how did I get to this point?

Overly-aware of the finiteness of life,

I must make it all count,
Clawing and scraping, for scraps…

I must document my life,
Every last little piece of time,

NO.
You numpty πŸ˜….
We’re getting out of here.

πŸŒͺ

Published by 𝑹𝒐𝑩𝑰𝑡 πŸͺ

I write poems which are mental health-themed, creative or humourous :). Within mental health I write a lot about: ADHD, OCD, anxiety, autism, emotional traumaβ€” usually with an optimistic slant. My goals for my blog are to give myself a therapeutic, creative outlet whilst also being able to connect with and relate to other people.

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5 thoughts on “Mentally Documenting Time”

  1. Somewhat worse than documenting – I used to grade my day when I wrote my nightly diary entry, scoring anywhere from an A (the best day ever) all the way down to an F (fail).

    Surprisingly enough I never got an AπŸ˜”πŸ˜‰πŸ–€

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    1. Hahaha! You never got an A 🀣, classic.

      By documenting I really meant mentally, but it can be so thoroughly investigative I realised it was basically documenting πŸ˜†. Like using records of call/message times to check how much time I’d taken to do stuff πŸ˜†.

      But yeah, wow your grading is quite impressive! There’s definitely dark humour in OCD sometimes at some level and after the fact, but I know it must’ve been stressful at the time. πŸ’™

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