Man vakar tikai pieleca, ka I will never catch up and never return to pre-baby me.

Not as if a bad thing, jo ja neskaita labaakas dreebes, meikapu, smarzhas un kaartiigaakus matus + daudz viina, there's not much difference. Es vairaak bumbuleeju, bet ikdiena bija tik pat antisociaala un tedious, tikai tagad I have a fun companion kursh veersh tedium par sveetku dienu.

Yet, es visu laiku gaidu, kad vareeshu atvilkt elpu un sakopot speecinjus, lai uzfrishinaatos un atkal paarveerstos sevii, lai vismaz R, ja ne kaut kaadiem citiem cilveekiem, es buutu decent kompaanija.

Ja man nebuutu jaauztraucas par citiem cilveekiem (kaa vienmeer) tad man buutu totaali pie kaajas un es bumbuleetu ar bubiku muusu slobby crumbs and boogies paradiizee indefinitely. Bet kaa jau people pleasing snow white, es visu laiku juutos, ka man sevi jaaspiezh un jaadzen uzvilkt pieaugushas, zoliidas meitenes kostiims un jaataisa socializaacija un interakcija as human adults do.

Yet this act is not very motivated at all, jo es nezinu uz cik ilgu laiku, bet crumbs and boogies have hijacked my consciousness as far as I can tell irrevocably. So man tikai pa pusei ruup buut arii cilveekam, which is my fear. Man vienmeer ir bijis bail nebuut cilveekam, and now it is actually a real challenge.