I feel sad and stressed and completely overwhelmed.
I need like, a whole weekend by myself but can't have one.
I want to write about so many things but can't figure out where to start or find the mental energy.
But now it's bedtime, so I can't figure any of it out anyway.
(But I'll survive, because I always do, because I have to. That's just the way it works.)
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