I told you no

yech

Rain practice turned social comment turned vent art.

_{I need to find a real job and get my life together and be less of an excuse}

_{Can I do that? When I can't look at people when I talk to them, when I hate to be touched or teased, when ordinary sounds are like metal scraping in my ears, and when I can't show how I care. Others do. I wonder if I can.}