It was last Wednesday when the wider, general social cost hit me; I coined the term social cost sticker shock to describe it. This morning, one week later, the personal cost is hitting me, of having nowhere to go. There’s no need to coin a term for this: I am depressed.
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No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.