I'm still breathing.

My therapist agrees that I must find another living situation. I don't have what it takes right now to articulate its toxicity.

Lost: Human Female, middle-aged, appears younger, overweight. Needs medication. Loves escapism in many of its forms. Good-natured at or around birth, but extra-sensitive and ill-used. Fraying at edges. If found, please adopt, b/c I just don't feel much like taking care of me these days.

I'm doing the 20-hour/week vet clinic thing. Another PACEr who went in a week before me is doing all the good shit, while I am still laundering surgical drapes, inhaling chlorine bleach solution and stabbing myself with sharp instruments while attempting to wash same. They won't trust me with the autoclave. Oh, and I'm fat. So if anyone wants to adopt me--and pay for all the cosmetic surgery I need--I do have other uses. I just cannot think of any now.

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