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I made a mistake last night. Well, I guess they aren't "mistakes" per say, but learning opportunities. Basically I got into an online conversation last night- the type I said I would steer clear of, but just the ignorance. The refreshing part was to know that "no, its just not Americans that are stupid". The sad part was "no, not just Americans are stupid". I had someone trying to argue with me last night about what was going on in Myanmar/Thailand and they clearly didn't know that Thailand and Myanmar aren't the same country

I finally caught up on a little sleep. Making a little progress getting shit back together, slowly. If you're interested, I'm still doing a jerky order. You need to go here and follow the directions and I'll ping you with an email asking for money like the entrepreneur I am. Friday, I will go back to my Twtich streaming schedule. It will be Final Fantasy XIV so stay tuned! I mean come on

Its been quite the week or so. My father is out of the hospital. Discharged. I don't want to get into it. He's not a nice person. He was nice when he was dying but now that he's better, he's kinda worse than he was before he went in. He's thankful to me because he knows I saved his life last week- but he also said something to me yesterday that was just

I am looking for this patter to cross stitch and hang in my apartment. It seems that I needed this all to happen to kick start me again. I'm not sure where it happened that I became sad because people were shit and not my usual "You know what? You're a worthless waste of time to begin with" attitude that I used to have. Someone who has known me for years said to me on Saturday that most people aren't worth my time because of the person that I am. And I know that, I knew that. I was talking to someone else on Friday night and saying how I felt bad and that maybe I am worthless because of how people treat me, but I try not to go down that path because its a slippery

Today, this morning, I feel rough. It's been a hellish two weeks with the cumulation of it being Friday. My father is dying. I had to to carry him from his home to down to my car and take him to the hospital on Friday. He's a heavy man. Dead weight that is dying. He wanted to sit as I did it. Begged me to allow him to sit for a moment and I said "NO. I got you. You will get to the car. I got you." And I got him to the car and I got him to the hospital. My mom was in the back seat. Fucking cubs game with the usual fuckards that are around during it. I ended up driving on the