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Being a grownup sucks. I’ve got all kinds of problems, none of which I will talk about, because I don’t know anyone who can solve them for me. I’m steadily whittling them down, and I’m healthy and for the moment still employed, and many people are doing worse than I am. I’m getting worn out reassuring myself, though. It’s annoying to the point that even when others try to reach out and comfort me, I get defensive, punishing people for taking the risk of caring about me. If you’re one of those people, I’m sorry. I will get past this, and I will be fun to be around again one day.