I have to get a place to live. I can't make the housing authorities go any faster than they're going.
I fear going into the hospital. Last time, they nearly put me in a rest home. I can't risk that. Once you're in one of those places, good luck getting out.
I'm turning 36 in September. I'm not going into a fucking rest home! I don't care what my damn brain is doing!
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