It's Thanksgiving and what I'm thankful for is the pluck of chance that I'd share a room with my soulmate. That sounds like a corny romance book title. Guess I was corny before schizophrenia and now it's showing. I'm also Thankful that my depression medication is working for the better and that the nurse is nice enough to make sure nothing bad happens to me, and that I could make a friend out of Liner. Was I a good friend? Probably not, I always fuck things up. Writing this out now I should probably go to the nurse for the day. I haven't yet and it's evident I'm slipping.
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Trust Fund
RomanceBaxter was a spoiled rich kid...but now he's not. This follows his journey going deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.
