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currently, it is difficult to really document anything; the stress of things to come feels like too much sometimes. I really wish i could just lose myself in something without sacrificing my sanity. I feel like mush. I feel isolated. I get cold too easily.
i don't think i am weak but i have no strength right now to give anyone. what happens then, to the painfully normal? i could have sworn that she visited my unconscious and took parts of me. and i lost that need to continue, but i saw it in her. I was robbed, of the singular self; i was split into two. how can i be angry at her when she's just me?