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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Friday, 5 December 2025

That'll make ACC happy, except that don't actually care and I just get anxious about it for nothing.

After more than a year of weekly sessions, I briefly got onto the topic with my therapist of the topic for which he is actually funded by ACC for me to talk about for the first time this week.

It has left me feeling physically sick and exhausted.  Because brains are stupid. 

 

I am kind of glads my plans for today cancelled on me, even though they meant I hadn't ordered groceries as they had clashed with the only available delivery slot when I looked two days ago.  So my flat is low of food, especially the sort of food I would really like today while feeling both unwell and unsettled.

Not sure if my possible UTI is actually healing up.  I am being impatient about it regardless.

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