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hello, old friend. it's been a little bit.
the weather is perfect - cold without wind.
Reading about BDSM for sex class made me light-headed.
I have a very mild case of what the DSM calls 'Specific Phobia: Blood-Injection-Injury Subtype." Interestingly, all other phobias cause acceleration of the sympathetic nervous system. However, this subtype causes a drop in blood pressure. Also, this is the most heritable form of specific phobia and my dad has it as well. SO there.
I've been feeling overwhelmed. Not by school so much as by my friends. I love all of them but am feeling like I keep getting pulled in every direction. Everyone wants a piece of me and I'm not sure I even have enough for me right now.
And this sucks because I have a handful of friends who legitimately could use love and support right now and I almost don't have the energy.
I love the beginning of fall/winter. I could wax poetic on that, but I'm not sure I want to sound like a fourteen year old. Suffice it to say that spring and summer fill you with warmth, which provides a (false?) sense of happiness. The cold isn't depressing, just accurate. I prefer that.
It's been a hard few weeks, but, to be honest, I've enjoyed myself. Any longer and this will be a problem. But there is a certain amount of self-indulgent sadness that one is allowed, right?
the weather is perfect - cold without wind.
Reading about BDSM for sex class made me light-headed.
I have a very mild case of what the DSM calls 'Specific Phobia: Blood-Injection-Injury Subtype." Interestingly, all other phobias cause acceleration of the sympathetic nervous system. However, this subtype causes a drop in blood pressure. Also, this is the most heritable form of specific phobia and my dad has it as well. SO there.
I've been feeling overwhelmed. Not by school so much as by my friends. I love all of them but am feeling like I keep getting pulled in every direction. Everyone wants a piece of me and I'm not sure I even have enough for me right now.
And this sucks because I have a handful of friends who legitimately could use love and support right now and I almost don't have the energy.
I love the beginning of fall/winter. I could wax poetic on that, but I'm not sure I want to sound like a fourteen year old. Suffice it to say that spring and summer fill you with warmth, which provides a (false?) sense of happiness. The cold isn't depressing, just accurate. I prefer that.
It's been a hard few weeks, but, to be honest, I've enjoyed myself. Any longer and this will be a problem. But there is a certain amount of self-indulgent sadness that one is allowed, right?