my life

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 has been a totalcarcrash/trainwreck. nothing worked ou and im trappedin the family unit with no real outlet because they're so strict with me :( i could have been something!

meanwhile, im working on this issue and certainly developing an appreciation of the spectral qualities of life like distant humour sounds on the spring breeze or a dog whimpering at the postman three doors down, or what it feels like to order clothes online with no real agenda.

is trauma ever worthwhile/ probably not but i intend to make the mostof it. my perpetrator s are so obsessed they'lll pay for me to go anyhwere and also i ahve a subtle manipulation going on.

at least,to a degree, whereasreallly i didnt survive the torment and now im in purgatory. they really are the fools to the utmost degree who have changed me from trusiting to fearful and avoidant. people with a pig like demeanour will o anything to have a brag. it amounts to capure and forced oto reveal my secrets. so.... i must be an animal or it would be entirely inhumane. or did the universe effectively section me and give me what i was needing because i was insane and wanted to take an actual bite out of my brother's ear?

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