even if it was long back it’s hard to believe i managed to wageslave then, i only feel half safe under my blanket and suddenly kicked out living in the open is going to be strange for me especially with my agoraphobia. but i feel being a “moving hider” isn’t seriously too rough than it is feeling like a burden on someone else who’s grown weary of me. i’ve slept outside before just for shits despite the psychotestimony afforded by a blind to tame caveat in harboring familiarity sweet to the debilitation and it wasn’t bad, i just want to catch my true rhythm in a corner turned away more from others and need it to stay that way. i really don’t have a use for anyone’s help, it’s harder to integrate into society than it is to have no shelter as a ndcel but this part is slightly beyond exciting. likely i’ll not get a job but i won’t be lucky if i do. i don’t see how i can’t if normaloids survive their homelessness. most of all it brings me twisted peace knowing i’m an individual that doesn’t probabilize the laboring of a reality from the closest to love, but not exactly love. not to mention i’m not prompted up in exceptionalities like other ricecels so this is utter liberation
