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soooo tired... soo sore.
It makes me recoil from touch, it makes me want to be quiet, and if not alone, then mostly solitary. It makes me want to avoid the people i most love to be around, because i'm simply too exausted, and miserable to interact at all, particularly meaningfully.
It makes me feel guilty, because i feel obligations to the rooms i'm involved in, and to my very few friends, to stay in touch.
It makes me way too tired to keep writing all of this.
It makes me recoil from touch, it makes me want to be quiet, and if not alone, then mostly solitary. It makes me want to avoid the people i most love to be around, because i'm simply too exausted, and miserable to interact at all, particularly meaningfully.
It makes me feel guilty, because i feel obligations to the rooms i'm involved in, and to my very few friends, to stay in touch.
It makes me way too tired to keep writing all of this.