More personal diary bullshit.

Side note. I like this lil sketch I did.
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Serious Talk I guess

I'm thinkin cargo work should be easiest from now on. Cooking n Bar Work would be hell given I need two hands to shake a shaker and cook without a single meal taking over an hour. One one hand- ha- it would mean I'm having a lot more to learn and less social interaction time but on the other- or rather lackthereof- I get to hang out with Zy. Honestly he's a homie. Especially with the whole Zouri bullshit and that... whole shibang. typing this along has been interesting as I'm mostly using that old fashioned Voice to Text thing and editing it as I go.

reading this your probably like: Damn Sparrow why don't you just suck it up and get a robotic arm?
Because It just- feels wrong, y'know? I ain't a pussy- I've gotten shot at n dove into place to drag folks out kicking, bloody and screaming. That's just been my life.
I just don't want metal. I don't want biomods. I've screamed in folks' faced trying to get it through there skulls that Barcode or not I'm a person. It feels like if I sit here and start replacing shit with metal folks'll start callin me a robot or vat born thing again and I just... Humanity is important to me. Personhood- I guess is the better way to say it.

I dunno if I think I gotta prove my personhood anymore or if I'm just sulking or havin PTSD but I just can't make that gamble yet. I don't have enough cards.

Maybe if I knew more about bio-modding I would but I don't half ass shit. I'd rather go all out y'know? Better to bide my time and figure out what to do with the canvas than just stick to one boring color or something like that. I'm not an artist so don't ask about color theory or whatever.

Feeling a bit better but still antsy. Still feelin the aches n pains.


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