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I think I might be a hypochondriac.
I keep imagining that I'm sick with something terrible, like liver cirrhosis to explain the loss of energy, the terrible feeling in my stomach.
Are those even symptoms of liver cirrhosis?
Eh, it doesn't matter.
Maybe it's just the stress.
Either way, I had a really awesome coffee meeting with Jenn today.
That woman is seriously one of the smartest people I've ever met.
In a childish way, it kind of makes me happy when she says I remind her of herself at my age.
And I'm in mourning.
Mourning things left and right; the loss of the old self, the loss of previous ideologies, and time, and people.
It's so strange. I wonder if it means less in the long run, since I'm aware of it.
I guess it might just be the nature of the beast.
Someone who loves me, buy me the Alice Miller book Thou Shalt Not Be Aware.
I'll give you a big hug and kiss.
<3
I keep imagining that I'm sick with something terrible, like liver cirrhosis to explain the loss of energy, the terrible feeling in my stomach.
Are those even symptoms of liver cirrhosis?
Eh, it doesn't matter.
Maybe it's just the stress.
Either way, I had a really awesome coffee meeting with Jenn today.
That woman is seriously one of the smartest people I've ever met.
In a childish way, it kind of makes me happy when she says I remind her of herself at my age.
And I'm in mourning.
Mourning things left and right; the loss of the old self, the loss of previous ideologies, and time, and people.
It's so strange. I wonder if it means less in the long run, since I'm aware of it.
I guess it might just be the nature of the beast.
Someone who loves me, buy me the Alice Miller book Thou Shalt Not Be Aware.
I'll give you a big hug and kiss.
<3