Still No Words

a motley assortment

Waiting for my book to get picked up is hard. Experimenting with medications is hard, and so is the subsequent and significant weight gain/vomiting/sedation. Realizing my own callousness and idiocy is hard. Jealousy is hard (and also easy). Being quiet is easy, easy, easy. Thank you for your patience, dear ones, as I slog and slough.

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