they're taking the queue to isengard

  • Kids in 2040: Oh look, it's the old Tolkien lady! Good morning Miss Campos!
  • Me: Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
  • Kids: Miss Campos we went to your house yesterday for some stories but we knocked on your door and no one answered.
  • Me: Oh, it’s quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open.
  • Kids: Aren't you cold Miss Campos? It's getting really cold lately.
  • Me: Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
  • Kids: Miss Campos you should get out more and have fun, maybe find someone.
  • Me: I'm old kids.
  • Me: Old as balls.

Oh yes mental illnesses are so much fun. I cry all day, people think I’m faking it, I feel miserable, people tell me to be positive, everyone avoids me because no one wants this kind of negativity in their lives and when I finally kill myself they will pretend to be sad and shocked as “there were no signs she would do something like that”.
I mean yes you’re right. I spent so much time faking an illness that I forgot to send you the memo of my death. I’m sorry, my bad.