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This is what happens when I fall behind, oy.
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
1. Long fingernails. They creep me out.
2. Casual cruelty.
3. Manipulation...the whole "If you love me you'll blah, blah....." Nonsense. It's crap.
4. Mullets.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
1. Scalp massage
2. Random acts of kindness.
3. Well tailored suit. Yum.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
I'm just off work. This is me every morning. :)
And...
Okay, I'm not really worried about a Zombie apocalypse. I just feel like I should be, especially after last week, when my stalker -who I was pretty confident didn't know where I lived- pounded on my door for an hour.
Cue panic.
However, I am fine, and police were very good about it.
My anxiety levels are a mess though, and the ptsd isn't as fierce as it would have been four or five years ago, but I've been catching myself flinching and reacting defensively to things I haven't had trigger my issues in a long time. It's a matter of revisiting my coping techniques. ...but goddammit.
I resent feeling vulnerable in my own home.
*sighs*