April 28th, 2025: Holy fucking cannoli I was woken up at 1:04am because Chappell called me to complain about her issues with the South Korean not understanding his part in the group assignment. It lasted 10 minutes and she nearly broke down crying multiple times, I had to console her a few times and then try to get back to sleep. I finally woke up at a normal time and worked more on the presentation until I decided to walk over to this place that had pancakes, eggs, and bacon as a part of a $6.99 deal, I asked for sunny side up eggs with my deal but the girl at the counter said they only did scrambled. I took that and then paid and went outside. I managed to negotiate with the girl I was going to go on a date with to meet up at 3:15pm. I then went home and completed the Machine Learning class quiz I had due at 1:00pm at 10:00am. I then had a phone interview for this defense company at 10:30am. It went well and they wanted to continue with me but I would have to drive 40 minutes in 1 direction in order to get to work, which meant begging my parents for access to one of their cars. I walked to the library to study there, I then went to my first class and there was one route that I was scared to take so I went the alternate route, I saw a friend of mine along the way and waived to him but he just looked at me scared so I just took the other route. and and just tried to distract myself, but at 1:01pm I got a reply back from Asherah’s boss saying:
<Thanks, Gemerson. It is a difficult day for us all to keep up with everything that is happening.
<Thank you again for your help setting up! I'm going to send a thank you to the full group later today.
So I just did all that worrying for a generic half-thought out email. I slogged through the test. I then went home and chilled out for a bit. I finally went to my date but she said that she was going to be a bit late. She said she was outside but I didn’t see her after a while so I walked around until I eventually found her and we went into a shop to get energy drinks. When we got in the shop I asked her:
“Do you want anything?”
She replied:
“No I’m fine.”
I then said:
“I’ll pay!”
She was still not happy:
“I’m fine!”
We then went upstairs and talked a bit, I had a half a can of beer, I managed to clutch it and she talked about her aunt trying to kidnap her from her mom because she only had 2 sons and wanted a daughter. She was from the Sheboygan area and had 2 siblings and 5 step-siblings on her dad’s side. At 3:55pm I had to get up to throw my can of Monster energy away and she suddenly got a call from her friend about an emergency and had to go (although she did say she had to end the date at 4:00pm) and we said goodbye. I then sent her this message on Snapchat:
>I had a good time on the date!
I went home and packed up for art class. I noticed her Snap score go up a few times, when I got into the art class the tables were all arranged to be 3 big tables. The teacher showed us this presentation on our final art piece and I noticed that I was the only one sitting in the middle table which made me feel worse. I just kept zoning out during the entire thing because I just hated myself. I wanted to leave at 5:30pm because I didn’t have any reason to stay when I felt like shit. But at 5:30pm the oldest guy in the class came in and sat next to me so I felt better and valued as a person. At 5:33pm I got a Snapchat message from the girl I went on a date with saying:
<I’m sorry I had to leave so soon. My friend called me with an emergency. I also had a good time
I replied with:
>Apology accepted
I was just spacing out throughout the art class and Ginger girl and her friend talking was really getting on my fucking nerves. At one point the teacher thought I was stuck so I just lied and said yeah. The art critique happened with Hoxha, Keleche, Pinky and the others and I was just zoning out then. I went home and found out that Angeleno had a new phone number because he texted me on it. I had a call with my mom where I explained why I wasn’t feeling so good and the whole issue with the time Asherah talked to James the Lesser directly about him being creepy towards her but she never directly told me how she views me and kept leaving me on the edge. My mom gave me some generic bullshit along the lines of:
“Nobody owes you an explanation!”
Which was actually just an attempt by the normies to shame me for desiring to be treated as an equal to them instead of bearing my pariah-marked status. I got so mad I just hung up mid conversation and turned on my Do Not Disturb so I couldn’t get notifications for her texts, I just browsed Instagram for a minute and then saw her texts and we had this conversation:
<Hey call me back
>I geniunely hate the way my former “friends” treat me so fucking much, I haven’t been invited out to anything but I used to and it’s making me super upset, plus I just want a concrete answer from Asherah if she even tolerates me or not. I hate how I’m just cursed and trapped in a cycle I can not escape.
<Is that what you told the therapist? That you feel like you keep having the same friend issue again and again?
>Not really. But I just hate living with a broken social contract where I’m punished for every minor transgression yet people are free to treat me like they want to without reprecussion.
<Why do you think you're being punished?
>Every single fuck up just makes my “friends” hate me more and they don’t even like me.
<What do you consider a 'fuck' up?
>Like a social faux pass, saying something wierd or hanging out too long with a ‘friend’
<Did you ever consider telling people that you're autistic and you have difficulties with relationships? Or ask them to tell you when you've gone overboard?
>A lot of people know, mostly indirectly but sometimes I directly told them. It doesn’t work, I kind of got mad at Asherah during the event she was at on Friday and I immediately regreted it afterwards and apologized to her. I also wrote her boss an apology email but you could tell in the way she wrote back she didn’t really care at all.
<Are you talking about these frustrations with your therapist?
>I haven’t had the opportuinity yet but I will tomorrow.
<Good, describe to her the situations that you find yourself. Ask her about coping strategies.
>I know she’s gonna suggest just asking any friend to hang out but I know it wont ever accept or just blow me off.
<Then push the discussion back to the core issues of what you think you want to work on.
<Maybe it's not in making friends, but in keeping friends. Is that it?
>I have already lost them all, I can’t make them re-appear.
<The intention is to learn from your past and give you the tools to go forward. Have you signed up for that adult autism group?
>I don’t have the time available for the group.
<It's On-line.
She then sent me the link for it at 7:00pm tomorrow
<Tomorrow night. Got any plans?
>Registered!
<Yay!
<Call me Wednesday night and let me know how it went. I love you Good night!
>Ok!!!
After taking a shower I then decided to post this image of Saint Michael the Archangel on my Instagram story just expecting people to realize something was wrong, to be precise:

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And so I posted it, after 5 minutes I got a notification that none other than Asherah herself liked it so I sent a screenshot of that with the message:
>Context?
She saw it an hour later and unliked it so I just felt super demotivated. Ithen went to sleep.
Song of the Day: The White Arcades - Harold Budd (1988)