Yuck, nothing is appetizing. I'm feeling paranoid Mits sent me a b'day card 10 days ago before I got sick.
I toasted a muffin topped it with mild chili tuna. yesterday I retrieved coffee tea from car. so good.
I called St Justin asking they mail me gift cards. I don't know. the old me forced myself to suffer. family loyalty. pride? ego? all I know is they insist I suffer.
reading Helen Huang I'm having an Autistic Exhaustion. my nerves are worn through trying to fit in be what they want.
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