11:03am. Inglewood. I'm still with my client. I get off tomorrow. Feeling down. Also feeling afraid because I don't have the energy for this. For another cycle of depression. For apartment searching again. I'm tired.
Also, for some reason my right ear keeps clogging up. Breathe Jaha. Fucking breathe.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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