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I'm exhausted. The social worker said that I don't let people see when I'm sad anymore, that I need to pay more attention to myself and deal with things more. I thought I was fine. I know it was a rough couple of days, but I'd been pretty much fine since the summer. And now I'm not okay again, for the second time in a week. And I don't want to deal with it, again. I'd rather walk so far and for so long that I don't remember anymore. That's been working pretty well. But her words keep coming back to me, and so does all the stuff about repression and sublimation that we've been talking about in psych. I'm tired of the caring again and the pain. It was four years ago, I was doing so well. Makes me want to just run away from it all. At least I'm going to start therapy again. I guess. Take me away. Anyone.