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Some days it's hard to be anything but hyperaware that being alive is a really insane thing. And that everyone has their own intense worlds going on at the same time is almost incomprehensible. And then we're all supposed to just, walk around and function like we're all normal and fine, and like we don't know that there's most of the time no order. EXCEPT NO ONE IS NORMAL AND/OR FINE. I'm certainly not either of those (well, ok, I am more fine than normal) though I have been feeling strangely impenetrable lately...in a nice way?
Also:
Why won't more writing come out of me?
Also:
Why won't more writing come out of me?