made funny cookies again for the first time in a while :,) still trying...
clamo
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- here lies the identity of psychotic artist formerly known as clamo. rip to an identity we have sculpted for 7 years. we are sorry to those who loved them, but they must retreat for our safety after our stalkers' activities escalated to attempts physical harm even now from thousands of miles away. please love and cherish your memories with them. it was good while lasted
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im trying not to let this all get to me because i KNOW it isnt my fault but that doesnt change the material reality of my life being a mess
i wonder if anyone at my old work cares that i suddenly got fired. is anyone concerned? are they judging or assuming anything? so isolating
well i guess now that ive lost my job i can try to finish A Drawing
lmao my boss impulsively fired me
my boss suddenly snapped on me and has been extremely abusive, trying to exert control to an inappropriate extent, and frankly i am appalled
counselor call my physical pain caused by mental illness "chronic pain" is crazy cos i thought mine didnt count cos it was mentally triggerd
pharmacists are the worst out here. one always comments how i take a ton (fuck you lady) and a different one today rolled her eyes at me
why does everyone in seatte treat me like such shit? it's making me angry and paranoid. am i being targeted? profiled? why me?
calling random pharmas to find who has my Rx in stock... it feels weird... it feels like im trying to find a dealer... always changing...
two fucking years of this shit!!! if i had the keyfob w me id have run down there and just beat him senseless
there's a dude who passes thru the alley making cuckooing noises (usually between 1am-4am) and honest to god i want him to suffer and die
SCRATCH OUT YOUR EYES SCRATCH OUT YOUR EYES SCRATCH OUT YOUR EYES
i hate it i hate it i hate how ppl have noticed i stopped eating and are giving me food out of concern and it makes me feel so guilty
i wish i could fully express to someone how i feel about the world and myself without potentially being institutionalized
everyone is pushing and prodding me closer to the edge
i feel so viscerally unloved and misunderstood
there's no place for me in this world
blue angels + high rise construction + ppl screaming homophobic slurs + dr not prescribing my most important meds makes clamo an angry boy
every time the bus deliberately skips me, is 3+ early, or is 10+ min late i give myself a free week of rides