Slowly, carefully starting this day up.
Late but still.
Reminding myself I have a roof over my head. It’s not my home but it’s a place.
My body is safe.
Technically.
But everything feels wrong.
But I try to find a way.
Through the wrongness.
Through all of this.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:21 AM UTC
Slowly, carefully starting this day up.
Late but still.
Reminding myself I have a roof over my head. It’s not my home but it’s a place.
My body is safe.
Technically.
But everything feels wrong.
But I try to find a way.
Through the wrongness.
Through all of this.
08-01-26
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