I can't remember what day is it what the fuck is the date.
Anyway today hasn't been particularly eventful, I'm ill and can feel a fever coming on so I hope I'm okay for tomorrow because I have a huge meeting to do with a new form of therapy (emdr) that might just help with my PTSD and dissociative shit.
I'm listening to baby shambles on Spotify, I have a playlist called REdBoNe if you want to follow it, ironically it doesn't actually have to song redbone on it.
It's raining here, and by raining I think my chickens have drowned in what ever the fuck is coming from the sky. Fucking England
I'm a little bit sad but not really its more of a copacetic feeling.
If you ever feel like reading in my voice I sound a bit posh and my voice is very monotone with a slight Australian twang and Morty style speech impediment, like I stutter over words sort of
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The undoing project
Non-FictionWriting this either shows how stuck up and self involved I am or the fact I just don't give a shit what others think. It's so I understand my life and what I'm going through because I forget thanks to think Go I have. I want to get better and this c...
