Last night in Portland 

An unboxing video from a Gazan who finally got an aid box. A surgeon battling UHC for coverage on a surgery that was already pre approved. An explainer on how misandry is the rational response to misogyny. The world is dense. I regret social media. But I don’t regret that all these things make me cry 

I take care of myself okay. I could learn to be better. I am doing okay at meeting my physical needs tonight. I would like to be better at meeting my psychological and emotional needs. 

Talking about my inner child makes me feel like the most privileged juvenile immature overwrought human on the planet. It’s also really clear that little me is in there, screaming. And it’s clear that any adult will go haywire after enough consecutive screaming from a kid. 

Lawny has started to visibly age. I worry about cysts, I worry about her digestive system, I worry about her anxiety, I worry about her joints. When the cats went, I went cold. I wonder what it will be like when she dies. 

Bitchass upstairs neighbor who can’t wait for me to be gone. Every Karen always hates me. I am trying to be a bigger person, I don’t always succeed. I didn’t yell at anyone today even though things were tense and tight.