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hey

I got back in.

I’z been trying like F’ery Mccluckery to get a post on this site, another post on this site.

yo

I had a dark few days; then the clouds cleared; and like Idk, I felt securely attached.

I went to the bank. this is a tip I w give to anyone. just go w whatever they say, like even if you think it’s gonna f you up. they let me into my account.

I have decided to not think.

I w not judging for a while. g I w so f off w people; I felt that they were all narcissists and getting super duper on my wick.

then I thought to myself that if I am judging them to be that then maybe that is what I am.

long story short, I w watching outer banks after just refusing to judge anyone for any length of time, and I w in the vibe, I w in the reality.

that’s when I learned. it had gotten me into that reality so it had to go. I d give a f what the repercussions of it were. I wanted to be sane and I wasn’t gonna compromise on it.

I wanted the consciousness of a kid and I had it. I still have it, tho I don’t worry also now.

it w trauma up the wazoo. I had been a chronic thinker, turning myself inside out twenty four seven fifty two fourty nine. all tracing back to when my head my face my nose smashed into the corner of a concrete step when I w like 2 y|o.

somehow I just let it go.

Idk, so here I am.

This is the second chapter to not judging. it had got me in the bank getting my sh sorted, and being trusted. it stays. sometimes life gives me no choice, I need my needs met and it’s life and death.

I have to f this way, Ima be real, sometimes it’s needed.

so happy to be back. I’ve felt like I’ve been underwater for a while. I’ve not been able to post.

I have already a blog, that I can’t get into. long story f ing two factor.

I need this blogging sh like the air I breathe, scrabblling scratching to get back in.

my wound is okay. twelve hours down A&E, and I never had it dressed. I had to go, the chair w actually damaging my butt. my feet are f; I can’t stand for more than like sixty seconds.

I got a call today tho to get my wound dressed. I’m there at two thirty.

tbh I don’t want it done. my feeling tho is that she won’t have any of that inodin sh. Ik about antibiotic sh and how it flares up w infections that cannot be controlled when they are not being used anymore, not a doctor btw.

hoping like f that she aint gonna use any of that crap. the girl put on a antimicrobial scrub and I got the dreaded striations of red coming out of the wound that spell serious infection that need to be dealt w stay like a hospital visit.

I got in the shower, washed it, and just never put a dressing on, just clean clothes and lucking the next day they were gone.

I started out w a wound the size of a five inch speaker driver, the skin ripped off on a fence. thats another story

stay dope

kirsty