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It has been like, 3 months since I've been able to do anything little; at this point I feel more a void than a repression, like it's just an empty spot.
I don't live in a situation where I can do the ABDL thing except when home alone. And for three months, there's been no home alone.
Fuck it, there's been no *alone* period. And while I love my fam, it's becoming too much.
Fuck it, there's been no *alone* period. And while I love my fam, it's becoming too much.
Being little has been a release valve for stress for years--not the only one, but a major one. And this is fast becoming the most stressful time of my life and that valve is *GONE*.
This is, I know, a very small thing. This will pass. Either I'll feel better about the state of affairs, or the state of affairs will improve, or I'll at least go numb to this particular set of factors. But while waiting for one of those conditions, I'm real unhappy.
Not sure this thread serves any purpose beyond me shouting into the ether, but that's fine--I just needed to vent *somewhere*. Thanks for reading, hope everyone is doing alright.
