I feel like writing a private vent journal and then lighting it on fire.
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I accept that my family will always look at me with ableism in their eyes. I can grieve but I must let this go and move on.
Air conditioning is mankind’s triumph over nature.
I pulled weeds for a while in my gravel yard. It looks so much better now. I will finish this job tomorrow as it is too warm outside to finish it now.
I have repetitive thoughts on resentments and grudges that I need to let go. I choose to let it go for a while but I always pick them back up later and I need to stop doing that.
Hooked up to machines currently. Just took some Benadryl. Night night, this time with air being pumped into my nose.
I hate the fact that the parking lot where I work is close to a needle exchange, so every Friday the whole area turns into a public shooting gallery.
Tonkatsu ramen is yummy.
I am no longer a priority to any of my friends. Only my job is where I am a priority. I am disposable to my friends.
I currently am having a gout attack in my right wrist, making it hard for me to do my job which involves a lot of typing. Lovely.
I am feeling ill but I still have to go to work in several hours from now. I just chugged a shot of Pepto.
I wish I could get paid to be a film critic. And reach levels of fame that Roger Ebert managed. And have that be my day job because it pays that much.
Insomnia strikes again. I think I will walk to the corner store to buy some Benadryl.
I just want a night of solid deep sleep.
So even some of my co-workers treat me like the token retard. Lovely.
It sucks when I serve the IT role in my office and a co worker does not want to hear from me what the technical issues she is facing is. She has to hear it from somebody else.
Too many low IQ people online today. Not here, but many places elsewhere. The Internet totally sucks.
One of my neighbors is an asshole with lots of cash to literally burn. It’s not even close to July 4 and he’s already setting off loud fireworks late at night.
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