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I should not have smoked weed yesterday. The the horrible truth of my situation came crashing down: it’s weird for me to live here in the trailer park, not working, living on the fricking porch and hanging out here all day.
I’m stuck. My anxiety is high and I don’t want to go anywhere most of the time. I can hear people’s thoughts sometimes, or so it seems. I can’t drive, and the only other option is walking, or riding a bike which is in disrepair and in storage.
There is no other place for me. Rent’s too high everywhere. I spent so long being a hermit and now I just don’t want to deal with this. I feel like an alien no matter where I am, but it’s even worse here.
F landlords. They can upend your life at snap of their money-grubbing fingers and not give a sht whatsoever.
I thought it would be okay since I was doing relatively well. Classic rationalization :p At least I’m doing better now. Did some yard work and chatted with a neighbor a bit, which made me feel normal-ish. I just need to stay away from weed until a distant future time when I’m alone. Thankfully I still don’t want to drink.
I should not have smoked weed yesterday. The the horrible truth of my situation came crashing down: it’s weird for me to live here in the trailer park, not working, living on the fricking porch and hanging out here all day.
I’m stuck. My anxiety is high and I don’t want to go anywhere most of the time. I can hear people’s thoughts sometimes, or so it seems. I can’t drive, and the only other option is walking, or riding a bike which is in disrepair and in storage.
There is no other place for me. Rent’s too high everywhere. I spent so long being a hermit and now I just don’t want to deal with this. I feel like an alien no matter where I am, but it’s even worse here.
F landlords. They can upend your life at snap of their money-grubbing fingers and not give a sht whatsoever.
I can’t help with the weed. It didnt do anything for me. But I CAN relate to it with drinking. I regret it every time.
I thought it would be okay since I was doing relatively well. Classic rationalization :p At least I’m doing better now. Did some yard work and chatted with a neighbor a bit, which made me feel normal-ish. I just need to stay away from weed until a distant future time when I’m alone. Thankfully I still don’t want to drink.
Thanks for replying~