Well, I feel bad. My next door neighbor has really bad PTSD, and my clumsy, insomniac, shakey hands dropping shyt too much, hyperactive/can't stay still arse (that wants to do all the meal planning when it's below 90F which is kinda only at like midnight through 5am) reminded her too much of an old neighbor that was bad enough they had to separate them (I met the old neighbor, recently diagnosed bipolar ) and now if one of them starts talking to me about the other I have to tell the landlord or the resident worker, sent her to the hospital crying a little while ago.

Came to the library because fk it if I'm going to hurt OTHER people all day it might as well be strangers. Maybe I'll join the dude smoking crack outside.