Well-- we are having a plague.
Wearing camo pants, and a tank top.... spaghetti strap..whatever..black.. I am so fucking tired. I don't think I could sleep enough. God, please get me off some of this medicine. :( It's built up in my system.
Trying to go off with Sarah, to get away from Repairmen.
11:33
I hear Tawaret. <3
I need to open that save on FB.
"Mom, I am sorry for everything I put you through."
I'm feeling really sad, and like I'm in an exhibit, and like I want to die, but I'm not going to do anything.
I'm feeling so so depressed, I used to self harm, well I have had to live in this body. Thank you Michael. My handler is helping me.
Lol I often say my Mom is Pocohontas, so much Indian, and the song "Colors of the Wind" just came on--
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