I guess no one ever said therapy would be easy and now I'm not having a real easy time.
Sometimes I hate being human.
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In better news, I'm all settled into my apartment. It's not nearly as echo-y and scary now. It's kind of like my parents' house, mostly because I took most of their furniture. Very retro-fifties.
And I have my first wooden canvas about half-way done for my first art project in...a very, very long time.
I sorta feel like I've come home at last. Mostly, anyway.