This isn't a post I want to make, but I need a lot of help. I'm trying to get myself out of this country before something really bad happens but a lot of financial barriers keep springing up and I feel like I can't get anywhere or make the sort of headway I need to get it done. I can't even set up

Buffy the Vampire: the Requiem for a Dream Theater of Tragedy of Julius Caesar salad fingers

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It seems very silly to say but one spot of good news I got last week is I lost an inch of height. Being slightly less "too tall" is a buffer against dysphoria and given what this hellhole country keeps inarticulately saying I'll hold onto that.

Being alive for the sole purpose of spiting the fascists who want to exterminate every part of me is tiring. So is the aching loneliness of being disabled in such a way that it is essentially impossible for me to get anywhere on my own. I don't like being part of a world that actively hates me.

Ngl sure am wishing the big seizure I had on Friday at home by myself had been The One judging by what's coming down the line.

Good morning everyone. I have been buried by places of bread.