Belongs in a dumpster. Sometimes I feel so good, so normal, and I open my mouth and use the wrong word or stumble or forget something. Other times there's a density, no inner monologue, I worry that I won't be able to drive or work and I feel like someone or something steps in and I have the most articulate conversations and productive day.
It's so capricious I find myself isolating because I can't correlate what kind of day or hour I'm going to have based on how I feel. This thing has stolen my confidence, once my greatest asset. On the secular humanist facebook page there was a cartoon with the caption, stupidity should be painful. It is painful, and expensive, and heartbreaking.
It's so capricious I find myself isolating because I can't correlate what kind of day or hour I'm going to have based on how I feel. This thing has stolen my confidence, once my greatest asset. On the secular humanist facebook page there was a cartoon with the caption, stupidity should be painful. It is painful, and expensive, and heartbreaking.
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