I hate living in a small town. I am lonely, bored, and sad. I told this to my therapist who also lives in this small town, and the atmosphere got noticeably colder. People in Minnesota are state-triotic, and you best not bash it. Small towns are worse, I think.
“Focus on the things that make you feel good, and do more of that,”
is what she told me.
Right.
It’s that simple
when the only medication that halfass works and causes me somewhat less than egregious mental defect causes me to feel like I have the flu
when the mental defect makes concentrating on anything interesting almost impossible
when I don’t take the medication, walking – nay, existing – feels like I’m hitting my joints with a heavy duty claw hammer
when the only entertainments available to me are within walking distance
when I’ve been to those things two dozen times already
when the mosquitoes up here are vicious fuckers and I don’t want to cover myself in chemicals
when doing anything fun or interesting often requires money
when none of these shops needs help
when nobody wants to hire an outsider who has a physical disability and a learning disability anyways.
It’s so simple.
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