I took a giant laundry basket and a lawn n leaf trash bag out to my truck to clean it out. I filled both. I did not find my missing hairbrush. I'm depressed, angry, and ashamed of myself over the past two months. I haven't done anything I'm supposed to have done ('Sup, Groupread? How's War and Peace going?), I'm supposed to have all my shit lined up in my life, and in a few short weeks I'm supposed to be able to be self-sufficient and autonomous. I hate myself and my thoughts are dark and black and suffused with self-loathing. I'm too fat to fit into any of my cute clothes that I need to wear in order to step into the realms I'm afraid to enter but need to.

Fuck.

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