¿que? lo siento, yo no comprendo. mí español es muy mal. chinga tu madre.
my (bilingual) mother taught me that. enough to get me out of trouble/back into it again.
i've taught myself guitar (along with bass, drums, piano, violin, mandolin, and bouzouki). i've taught myself to write music, how to write songs, how to arrange them.
i'm constantly trying to check my angered impulses and communicate with others in a way that is demonstrative of love and compassion, and not in a way that idealises conflict. anger is an immensely useful tool that's served me well a thousand times over, but it's not a tool that can be used for every occasion. when all you have is a hammer. . .
really, when you've been alone for most of yr entire life, you're forced to learn on yr own. communication, with both humans and animals (the latter far more preferred for their inherent honesty). surviving thriving without income. how to balance between work and play (which is probably my weakest point). how to keep going when yr tired every moment of every day and in pain all the time - self-care - learning to take care of yr body and yr mental/emotional/spiritual needs.
self-care is probably the hardest one - my back is still messed up, and it's r. fvkn hard to give yrself a deep-tissue massage, but i've been working at it daily/every other day. stretching my sore muscles out and digging into the muscles until i feel the dull aching bleed of pain - one problem connects with all the others, and next thing you know your entire body locked up on itself because of a single point of tension and now you have to unlock it one knot at a time.
i forget that i'm young.
(i also forget i'm poor.)