Went on a walk with mom through the neighborhood. Mostly empty, some neighbors. Way too much social interaction. Wish to be left alone never was so violated.
Well anyway I’m sure I’ll never have human rights ever again.
Dad isn’t moving to Florida. He might want a vacation house there. I don’t know if I owe him that or not.
I guess my job is to stay employed. At all cost. Because I’m competitive type. Peaceful, but competitive.
Violent imagination keeps violating me. It’s so unpleasant.
LeBraun just visited.
Mom’s downstairs causing problems naturally. Using nature.
I want more coffee. I never don’t.
Oh yeah! And why don’t they offer a mental health class in high school? =|