That Wednesday Feeling.

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 Not usually so serious but currently experiencing the first, oddly unsettling throes of that fabled condition called Autistic shutdown - my eyes are closing, my arms and legs are heavy and I'm lurching 'tween feeling like crying and vomiting.

 This whole housing situation has completely broken me and I really can't see anyway forward, hate having to ask Rho to deal with this shite.

 


 

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