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Sometimes I just feel mentally fatigued for no reason whatsoever. It makes me want to curl up and hide. And sleep. Mostly sleep, I guess.
And sometimes I feel like I just don't give a damn about anything.
This is the depression talking. I know that it is. It doesn't help, but it... Well, okay, I guess it does help a little, to know that this isn't me talking, that it's something else. But it doesn't make it better, either.
Tried writing this evening. Didn't manage much. But editing, sure, I can do that. There's something comforting about it. It's very... mechanical. Add some stuff here. Rephrase that there. Scrub out the dialect. Clarify this thing over here.
Going to finish editing this one fic and... call it quits, then. Fortunately it's kind of short. And then a run. Because the only thing that will fix this is a run and some sleep.
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