Huh, so much for sleep. I was sort of getting there, but then something intervened, some combination of old memories and poisonous hypnogogic imagination that left me in a cycle of bloodstained and heart-pounding half-dreams.
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In which I dig around in dark corners of my own psyche. )
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But more than that, I'm not sure what I want to be. I'm not sure what I want to do. I'm not even sure what kind of person I want to be.
but I've been crying a lot, over the past week. Which suggests that even if I don't know, my mind and heart do. I just don't know how to listen, anymore.
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