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I feel like talking, and there's no one there to talk to.
Well, I suppose I could talk to one of the people on AiM that I know, but they aren't really quite the kind of people that I can try to explain what's wrong to.
Actually, I don't know who I'm kidding, since I can never talk about what's bothering me to anyone.
But here, I'll try to explain it.
I breathe in and I'm just full of these intese feelings of misery. It just fills me up. makes it hard to breath out, but I do, then in again, and it's mostly gone.
Then a while later it happens again.
In between, I just keep doing what I'm doing, working on my projects, gloating over my new 1 1/4 inch badge maker.
Trying to write entertaining things that are of no consequence to anyone.
Laughing even.
Then ... misery again.
Well, I suppose I could talk to one of the people on AiM that I know, but they aren't really quite the kind of people that I can try to explain what's wrong to.
Actually, I don't know who I'm kidding, since I can never talk about what's bothering me to anyone.
But here, I'll try to explain it.
I breathe in and I'm just full of these intese feelings of misery. It just fills me up. makes it hard to breath out, but I do, then in again, and it's mostly gone.
Then a while later it happens again.
In between, I just keep doing what I'm doing, working on my projects, gloating over my new 1 1/4 inch badge maker.
Trying to write entertaining things that are of no consequence to anyone.
Laughing even.
Then ... misery again.