I really need to get out of the south. There's no neighborly love for the wicked (being mentally ill, because we're all perfect cookie cutter machines), its a new modern day witch hunt. Yesterday, I had to go to the dmv and naturally my anxiety was through the roof (the biker there didn't help). So the person who took me, my grandmother, spoke for me because I genuinely couldn't speak without stuttering and stammering my words like a 3rd grader. That caused everyone to look at me with disdain and they all ignored both me and my grandmother when we asked questions. It makes me regret my baptism at times, what's the point when they're the evil ones.
I can't wait to leave this horrid place so I get a chance to finally breathe.