I take accountability but aahhh shit has not been the same. so fml. tried reconnecting with old friends and no luck lol. not surprised. meeting new people? messy. only spend like a day or 2 talking and then they fall off of the face of the earth again. also very typical.
“we protect our own”
megan thee stallion still to this day is fighting to even be BELIEVED. y’all bash Black trans women every day on here. y’all have literally invented slurs for (Black) gay people. who tf y’all consider your own? let me know lmao
INCLUDING THEM? so it's just bizarre. because they spoke on my behalf several times for my case. like damn that actually makes me really sad lol. they are the closest person to me and seen me struggle more than anyone else. you'd think they'd be happy that I'll actually be stable
yes I definitely despise that I have to pretend to be a big boy and pretend that shit don't hurt. but also finally making more moves on me finally getting double knee surgery. that shit gunna suck but also being 28 and not being able to stand also fuckin sucks.
and get my VERY DAMN DESERVED FUCKIN MONEY. I'm just afraid these bitches are really going to take their sweet fuckin time giving it to me. it can take up to 10 weeks to receive a penny but my lawyer is pushing for sooner since ya mans is SUFFERING OK.
ight I'm not going to deactivate because I do find and see good resources and events here. but that'll probably be the extent of things. other than that, just a figment of your imagination/psychosis.
probably just going to abandon or delete this account because I no longer feel welcomed in this particular part of pdx anymore or in pdx in general I'm just giving up on the idea of finding a sense of community in pdx tbh. some shit always happens in the end.
fun fact: for a while there, having a known exposure & experiencing multiple symptoms meant you were considered to be a probable / presumed positive
even you're sure it's not COVID, it's still a good idea to take the precautions that you can
and one still being on the loose. I still can't breathe lol. it was all good but I'm still wtf. I hate living alone and the only weapon type thing I have is my fuckin cane. this only intensified my feeling of being unsafe everywhere I go. ACK. done for the day.
ah yes came home and my front door just swung open? frantically started calling anyone I could think of that would answer the phone so I could check out the apartment and make sure it was clear. I was mortified considering I still live across from my abusers.