No, don't apologize. My feelings ain't hurt because you feel alone in all this. If anything, I'm sorry to let you have felt alone.

Regardless, those feelings are valid. And it does get big scary in the lead up. (I all but disappeared for 2 months last year.)

Is gonna be okay, hell or high water.

Hey. It's okay you did the breakdown. That's gonna happen. And so long as you're eating *something*, that's good enough.

You're not insane. This is possible. You're not alone.

We need to catch up and plan proper soon. Heads up I'll be reaching out.

Love you. You got this. And we got you.

It was already difficult to get me to button my shirts fully.

Now it will be impossible.

Now look here....why you gotta come in here with your words that make sense and make me feel better?

I'm trying to be depressed over here. Dang.

Hail Detryck.

Hail Satan.

I get older and somehow more autistic traits come out.

And I fail to regulate well

And I'm clumsier than ever.

And all I fucking want to do is sing and crochet and not be a goddamn burden.

But here we are.

A middle-aged and severely depressed teenager.

And soon child.

Soon elderly infant.

I really love my brain and all the marvelous things it can do.

And I really hate it because I can't walk into a familiar yarn circle and just ask to borrow a 5mm hook because I forgot mine on my desk.

Because that's embarrassing.

Cue internal meltdown.

Cue guilt for roomie taking care of me.

Like. They tried to put the redo lease in our names instead of the government names.

Like..my guy. If you don't want a legally binding document, that's okay I guess. 🤷‍♂️

Something like that.

In addition to them not having me in the delivery hub that UPS sometimes uses... AT ALL.

Likely because they lost our lease with ownership transfer last year, only 3 months living here.

This complex is *hell* to live at.

Vacating as soon as this godforsaken lease is up.