My mood is lower than it has been of late, and while I was on the fags and coffee I was bombarded by harrowing thoughts and memories of when I was young. If only I'd known then what I know now. But we can't live by what might have been. We can only live by what is. Then it was out into the cold, grey, rainy morning and up to the library.
I have to make a point of remembering that my reaction to noise is an autistic one. I am more sensitive to it than most other people, but what I'm having to endure is way beyond the bounds of what would be considered acceptable or decent. The behaviour of those evil neighbours upstairs affects both my mood and my sleep. Cunts. Can't wait for them to go.
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