I've just been in this terribly grim, dour, desperate mood, which causes me to see all my father's faults writ large in me. I think it has to do with the midterms, possibly, and the fact that I can't smoke, and the fact that I become a stress non-eater if the stress continues long enough, and my UTTER AND COMPLETE TERROR OF FAILURE. Not that I have
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