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Always be there for your friends, you never know during what times of need, we need help most, usually you spiral downward faster than you're able to tell, trust that your friends, know you best, care about you, can tell when you're well or not doing well, and its okay to heed advice from friends, sometimes they know better. No One Can Control You ... 03-18-19 No one can control you, not your coordinates in life, not your focus, not your inertia, or drive or what makes you tick, focus, or react, you can control your mind as much as you ca control your body, and if disabled, with proper medication management and talk therapy support, you too can achieve again a well mind, part of that means discipline, working through the pains of sitting in one place, and working on something until it gets done, and part of that pain is not worrying what other people think, or the perpetual feelings of loss ie loneliness, that occurs when one is working on themselves. There is so much to be lived in life, so many hours to each day, so long as you do as your told, and not respond to others when youre not feeling well, no eye contact is required, sometimes its best to keep your head down, people don’t have to change to accommodate the needs of others, be read by eye contact, and then be treated as weird for making eye contact in life, that may be beneficial in working environments or among family at home, but not in most professional spaces or in public, I prefer head own still sorry. I just spoke to who I think is my Doctor, for “bones” is his preference, and asked him to call the Trevor Project, like the guy in the trench coat walking down Gretna Green, after I jokingly requested to #FreeMadoff, on his cell phone, because his son committed suicide, and that’s an issue to which I understand and can relate, that doesn’t mean I have to solution, it just means everything I’ve done since was to better my life, as recommended by my Father, and to always do my best. Similarly walking down San Vicente, recorded myself talking, art imitates reality. The yearbook editors name was Trevor, who famously posed similar to “I’ll never forget.” A caption overhead the one who took my virginity, in high school, boyfriend at the time, the composition was submitted. I later in a panic attack blacked out the similar pose. I don’t think either party was being smart or racist toward anyone, just that a later revelation of the subliminal references to current events, seemed daunting … overcoming suicide, not common sense or common worry, but definitely something the yearbook staff covered 2003. When they wrote “voted most shady” over my head … it was meant as a “term of endearment.”
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