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Suzi has found a chair, and is curled up in it. She's not exactly staring at the fire, but she's rather not exactly doing much of anything else either. The problem with facing hard truths is that at first its even harder to operate than it was before you looked at the problem that really exists.
In this case, a young woman who has recently come to the conclusion that she hates herself is trying to stop doing so before she ruins the good things in her life. So she's emo. She looks emo. She probably doesn't show up as emo to empaths or Sime senses, but that's only because a decade of training out-habits relatively new emo brooding.
So, honestly, this post is mostly notable for what it does not contain: She has no book. She has no knitting. She has no puppy. She has no tea. She has no Whistler snuggled up against her side. She has no smile.
In this case, a young woman who has recently come to the conclusion that she hates herself is trying to stop doing so before she ruins the good things in her life. So she's emo. She looks emo. She probably doesn't show up as emo to empaths or Sime senses, but that's only because a decade of training out-habits relatively new emo brooding.
So, honestly, this post is mostly notable for what it does not contain: She has no book. She has no knitting. She has no puppy. She has no tea. She has no Whistler snuggled up against her side. She has no smile.