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I feel like I'm getting less insecure about some things; it's easier to hear what people mean when they say things. It's not getting any easier, and it's still lonely out here in the wild, but I'm starting to occasionally feel less like a feral beggar and more like a really frustrated foreigner. I guess that's progress?

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Goddamnit. I missed my stepbrother's wedding two weeks ago. I'd put off thinking about it or even looking at the invite, and now it's too late to make excuses. Fuck, fuck, fuck. There's nothing about this that doesn't suck.

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I broke my rotary mower in the back yard just now because of all the fucking sweetgum seed balls. Looks like I'm not doing as well with anger and brute force as I thought. God damn it. If things break this easily, is it any wonder I'm so fucked up and careful?