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Ok, please no missing persons reports. I have just been hiding at home since Wednesday night and sleeping like a cat. I am really quite satisfied with staying in my room for days just reading and drinking decaf tea. I know people probably think there is something wrong with that, but I like to take advantage of the rare occasions when solitude doesn't send me into horrifying existential crises. When I am with people, I am a happy, chirpy, cheerful thing who has nothing but love for her fellow creatures. Most of the time, if I am alone, I become this despairing useless bundle of hopelessness. I think maybe I use people to distract me from my basic fear of myself... when I am with my friends I believe in myself; I believe in my life and friendship and love. When I am alone my mind and the world seem cold. Then occasionally I am granted a reprieve from this silliness and I get to sit alone and be cozy.
So. I think I shall go make myself some more tea and go back to hiding under my rock.
So. I think I shall go make myself some more tea and go back to hiding under my rock.