Then our skin gets thicker
"I go to the bed and sit on the edge, sinking into the plush down comforter and the featherbed below. I feel a prick of good fortune, an awareness that I am lucky to have such a nice bed to sit on during my anxiety attack. Why am I so anxious? And then it hits me. I'm not anxious, I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash
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i came here to add you, and that first paragraph - i literally THIRTY minutes ago was reading dry and circled that paragraph in my book.
SO STRANGE. THE EXACT SAME PART. A HALF HOUR AGO.
you're obviously rad in my book.
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