Week 31, Entry 1

[goatgodschild]

Last night I drew cards for my housing future, and... well, it just says the truth. I'm not getting better, and I'm not set to move out for a long time. I had dreams of being passed by, of having completely given up. I feel absolutely miserable. My legs hurt, and I don't think that they're going to be solved. It's not just my feet or my calves now, it's up to my hip joints.  And yet I don't feel like I would be, or should be, accepted by the larger community. I don't want to defy anything or anyone, not like that.