i'm scared to eat or buy food because i don't know what i'm going to throw up. i don't know how i'm supposed to work like this but i need to, both because i need money and i'm going insane just laying in bed at home. i really don't know how much longer i can live this way

came home from my trip in pain and exhausted and the sheets i've been using for the past few months after my surgery are so covered in blood and sweat stains i can't salvage them. my therapist can't help me, every doctor i've seen has either made things no better or actually worse

hate traveling hate being around people hate being expected to have fun hate things being different. strike #86 for me being autistic i guess

i keep remembering other dreams i had that night. i got into a fenderbender on the highway and the other driver got out and started chasing me with a machete.

i forgot all about the dream where my bed was full of giant maggots that would leak pus the moment you touched them. last night's sleep was completely normal so what the fuck was going on Monday

cat got out, fought with my mom, awake during surgery, mauled by a mountain lion, and more!

hey. HEY. do images not load on this site? show me that white lady!

it's very sad and a little surreal. i spent a lot of time by that lake as a child and we would swim directly downstream every summer and he was just there the whole time. poor man.

it's supposed to be gray and rainy this whole week. should i kill myself

like wow my mood is completely controlled by the weather. humiliating. how am i even still alive

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