Category: Altered States

“Nothing to report…”

“At Baseline…Just Getting Through It.”

“The efforts that have been expended today to produce just one post on this phone now that hosts massive incompatabilities within and between programs is a loss of time and increase of stressed vexation that just Royally SUCKS!”

“Into circumstances that I would not have chosen for my self.”

“The untrained and too-strong dogs pulled my joints into beyond-tolerance strain-torsions – thereby destroying my plans of attending to moving droves of plants and furniture.

And I realized upon first entering and encountering the same behaviors and pee mess as I lost my reserve and became semi-hysterical-flustered trying to figure out how to use the harnesses I’d never seen before while fresh pee on the floor was occurring…

I am just too fec-king burnt out to be helping with this situation right now – especially when my own paradigm is still torn and tatter-shattered.”

“An uncovered remaining container of still fresh gluten-free blueberry muffins.”

Tracking and analyzing resources and patterns at distance to determine best efficiencies for recovery.”

“in my car, ankles swelling, managing things on my phone, as if I do not have housing.”

“I am not going to eat that uncertain number of days-old hard boiled egg, despite the fact that it is cold as if it has stayed refrigerated and emits an innocent lure temptation.”

“You have No idea the levels nor depths of my seriousness regarding possessiveness once activated when I’ve called you Mine.”

Illness crosses borders out of order where health is not acknowledged nor vouched for by implemented actions despite need for resolutions’ restitution promoting sanctified solutions.

“In that?”

“The video game where you run in circles and spirals performing labor and repeating minuscule tasks – seemingly to no avail, except for getting farther along the journey while time and energy runs out burning more quickly as I search for limited life packs.”

“My nerves are firing sharp flares through my limbs.

Why are they doing this?

Whhhhhyyyyyyy????”

“About all of these effects!

And why does the type location shift when I press where I want it?!

And why won’t it just let me keep my life f-ing simple?!

Like it used to be, like I need it to still be – instead of feeling tangled and crippled???!!!!”

“So why even have the ‘do not disturb’ button on?!!!”

Trying to do my stress release causes greater loads of distress to compound my stress.

“I can’t even copy and paste directly from One Note into this format, anymore.

And when I make a mistake here, there is no back arrow

So now I can’t format how I want to – and everything is just harder, visually bombarding, and cumbersome!”

“Have disrupted my wolf’s muscle firing to where her legs are constantly collapsing.”

“I have occasional emotional spikes under extreme duress sudden overload, but mostly, I am even-keeled.”

“I think I’ve surpassed my stim limits.”

“Ex-Tremes…”

“Come into fast food parking lots and hotel lobbies laughing and fooling around together.

And I think to myself, When did I lose my ‘priorities?'”

“Typing on a laptop with WIFI at a service provider, trying to get a new phone to still get launched.”