Plans are happening.
Clothes are on.
Keys in your hand.
Everything needed for leaving already happened.
Then the room sways a bit.
No visible disaster, nor thought worth reporting—merely the sudden knowledge that the next thing’s gonna cost more than you have.
You sit down “for a minute.”
Two minutes.
Later, cancellation feels dishonest.
Later still, it feels like the only honest thing you did all day.
— Autistic Ang
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