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Clearly I’m not better.

Clearly.

This morning was not good and I made mistakes and it’s deja by for more than one.

I do not feel like a human.

I do not see me as a human.

While I am happy I’ve been better at honesty I don’t like the sour taste of the pill I shoved down others throats.

I’m writing a story and it’s not fiction. I gave my word to explain it and I will do so.

I’m behind on the deadline...Thompson would’ve faced a list of demands...I just want to make sure it’s understood and display my truth.

The only issue is there is no “talk to text app” for the memories and moments I have.

That’s why I have fingers. 8/2.

Fingers and thumbs.

I’ll attack the keys and build something out of whatever it is that’s inside my head.