I just broke down in hysterics over a communication failure again.
Can't get the words together in an order that makes sense. Can't communicate. Can't say things that other people will understand.
Isolated.
Dialogue is existence.
Cannot . . . deal.
Cannot . . . fucking . . . deal.
Emotional stuff making me sick to my stomach again. He, she, it is nauseized.
Can't get the words together in an order that makes sense. Can't communicate. Can't say things that other people will understand.
Isolated.
Dialogue is existence.
Cannot . . . deal.
Cannot . . . fucking . . . deal.
Emotional stuff making me sick to my stomach again. He, she, it is nauseized.
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