Here lies a possible diary space. Been going to the blogspot so this may not last... i miss you, neocities. I am ashamed of my inactivity and i am about to fall asleep off 6mg of melatonin and the world's smallest bite of an edible, maybe 1-2mg. I had no idea if i had to work today and woke up very early to try n contact people to find out. No response, so i'm trying to get knocked out. Been depressed, honestly. I appreciate my limbs feeling fuzzier. I need sleep and rest so horribly bad. I have a book i want to read. Let me go get it. Prompted by the question, why do i use sexuality for validation?, really, no, the question was how do i stop using sex for validation? To fill that need of being desired? Especially when i'm demisexual and, generally, fear it. My eyes are closed now. Typos may ensure. If i spelt ensure wrong, it's just because i can't remember if that's with an i or an e. God. Let me rest. I will get my book to remid myself it's there. It's the one about social media and identity.... tw o pressing topics in my heart mind and soul and body. I can't believe i got a ptsd diagnosis./p>