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17 September 2004 || Concerning being a lazy bitch and updating with something that will make no sense and probably only cause concern. | ||
It's been awhile, and I'm actually cheating, as I've copied this post from my livejournal...[I'm too....strange to be nice right now. Email me and if I want to share that part of my life with you, I'll forward the address...] Spending more than a day feeling as though your soul has been re-gutted is not pleasant. It is highly unpleasant actually. I am...recovering? I am still not sleeping well, when I do sleep, it's restless. I am able to gloss over my turmoil with my usual happy-go-lucky exterior. Years and years of practice. "Smile and nod [frozen-vodka], no matter what..." Is it getting better? I don't know. I think I'm just getting used to it? Another phrase I heard on a nigh daily basis..."fake it till it's real". If I pretend I'm okay, pretend I'm not freaking out, pretend I'm not still terrified out of my fucking gourd because I have ventured out of everything safe and "normal" for me...it should eventually stop feeling like pretending. That's the logic at least. Because if I don't...I don't know how to handle the fact that I am in absolutely unfamiliar territory. I get scared? I run. That's the pattern. But I desperately DO NOT want to run... So I'll pretend for now, until I figure out a better way to not give into the panic that, unfortunately, happiness leads to. |
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