I’m moving out in a few days and feel like the most privacy I’ve had since being hospitalized a second time is probably the worst idea ever.

I even have a good knife. I’m working on an album (and work FT). But I’d be surprised if given my past I last a year.

Idk how to play the game society expects me to play. My brain isn’t wired for it. At least it’ll be a permanent solution for all the problems people can’t or won’t help me with.