maybe i should accept i'm stuck deep in the hole that is this country comparable to the average post-storm pitfalls in major avenues going through grass, mud and brick
how are you san francisco californians doing anyway. really sad your comfort zone died from folks making you uncomfortable and ruining paradise. they really should've gone outside to get mugged, abused, unpersoned, and eventually buried with a deadname and obituary that reads "mentally ill shitstirrer who strayed from god" that you'd love to use as ammunition again because your empathy extends only so far about at arms' length
hi. anyone from [local area]? 'course not. even in the best circumstances i'd both show up looking like a corpse from having not a single real night of sleep since covid and i'd start acting like a corpse from the trauma fatberg of agoraphobia that's built up, and that ironically would leave me in even more danger, and which it in fact has put me in danger, as if there wasn't enough things feeding the fatberg besides this circle of hell
haa, 'circle of hell'-- that's a wildly specific memory i'm not sharing that's just come up but which i really wish i could put into words specially for this post
oh, i'm posting this? oh