I don’t really like the neighborhood where I live. There’s a lot of sketchy telepathic characters here.

Like I THINK something, then they fucking (real people, like a mom && a daughter at the nearby playground) say something that I can’t hear clearly, but sounds very close to my thought or inner narrative.

How is that NOT gaslighting?

Too many coincidences means don’t gamble on it.

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I’ll try to put up some photos and poetry (my art) on here some time.

Lots of trash in the area. Reinstalling lightroom (b/c I manage my debt well).

What is wrong w/my face. Why am I so stiff.

Okay okay, I give. Go to hell.