Written in 2022:

It’s so funny that I uncensored this and then censored some other element. We were always in a struggle but, well. Money was… weird. I kept looking for jobs and then getting talked out of it in a vicious cycle, even though my having a job would have been a HUGE relief. I kept getting told that I would never be able to do office work and that I wouldn’t be accommodated as a disabled person and that it really was just better that I stay at home and my partners will take care of it just chase your dream (fart noise) (slide whistle)

I mean it’s not as if they intended to make me financially attached to them, and I had a small means of making money, but it certainly wasn’t enough to help much, but at the same time I didn’t actually have enough of myself left over to pursue things creatively. I was absolutely fuuuucked, my dudes.