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nervous twitch, made worse by the caffeine that i buy to kill an appetite that i cannot support. homeless for now, no access to my possessions. ex ex ex ex. regretting most of everything i've done, but at least i still have a foundation of hope. even without that (and it would take more than this, more than you to destroy that), i have a bedrock of survival. it's not the most comfortable thing to fall back on, but i'll live. live through this and never die for anyone or anyone's ideals. fuck that. years added onto the therapy sessions i will never have money to buy an insurance plan to cover. i'll still manage to work shit out, i'll be okay.