i'm surviving.

still cuddling my niece's stuffies / praying for several hours a day. no change.

tfw you use marijuana to cope with the episodes of catatonic depression you've been subject to since you were 13 but your gp won't provide you a referral to get it medically authorized because studies this and general consensus that and blah blah blah... and you just wanna scream "i'm a fucking pedophile, i have nigh-irreducable chronic stress, just give me my motherfucking weed at a discount price and capsulized so that half of my disability pension isn't lost every single month to supporting the self-therapy that i need in order to crack a genuine smile and so that i can use it in any situation without persecution anxiety and risking the loss of my housing, FOR FUCK'S SAKE."

on a positive note, it looks like i'll be in a program for working with children by this summer and i'll be reuniting with a treasured lgf known as k in the coming weeks, among lots of other kids i know.

stay true my bro.

~ rainbow