Put it in a box.

Sometimes I can’t hang out with people in specific environments because I’m not going to be good at following “the rules”. My emotions are too big, too onerous to be near. If I can’t keep my shit in a box… I can’t go.

Sometimes there isn’t a box big enough for cramming all the shit so that I don’t burden someone. My presence, my conflicted existence is a problem.

I’m sorry.

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