I feel like I have to withhold judgement until I have my consultation for meds on the 16th. I don’t know if they’ll help. They might.
I literally feel like being alive is a favor I do for other people, because each new suicide ripples into the community and hurts people for years.
I could talk about nice stuff, I guess. Ruth F says she’ll hang out with me not next Saturday, but the one after. Kenny and I are going to P town today. We’ll be in a hot tub. That should be nice.
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