Nothing seems right. No longer do I know how to interact with others. I crave the companionship of people. But I deserve to be alone. Crap flies out of my mouth at unpredictable moments; no idea where the word vomit came from. Tears and overwhelming sadness come. I struggle even more so in discerning… Continue reading Unpredictable Occurrences in an Unprecedented, Difficult Time
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