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.
