Distracted and out of sorts all day, and can't really get a handle on which of my many reasons to be that's even got me this time. I keep circling back to "...No, it was probably crawling out of the slime that was the first bad move", insofar as most of the poking I've been doing at the logic behind my mental state seems to run up against the brick wall that realistically speaking I had my life pretty well screwed up for me before I ever got to have a say in matters and I'm not sure there's a hell of a lot to be done to sort it now. (It comes down to what in retrospect were some pretty concerted efforts to convince me that I didn't or at least shouldn't exist, mostly in the form of a lot of sustained educational buck-passing about what to do with a kid who was both bright and off-the-charts ADHD, and... let's say that Damage Was Done. To the point where I kind of think I should be suing someone for the resultant PTSD, if I had enough of a sense of self-worth left to think anyone would believe me about it...)
But tha's kind of a downer note to end the week on, so, kitten!
...I may have mentioned the ADHD thing? Yes, I believe I did. Kitten.
But tha's kind of a downer note to end the week on, so, kitten!
...I may have mentioned the ADHD thing? Yes, I believe I did. Kitten.
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