I don't know what's wrong with me.
I have no energy for anything right now. I am dizzy and I don't want to move.
Someone at work was sure I had suffered the loss of a loved one and was relieved to discover that my woes were merely physical.
My woes involve the fact that I am. . .
Why did I start this? Just to complain? I don't think so.
I am quite sure I wanted to explore deep and meaningful issues. I just can't remember what they are. I wanted to talk about stuff that might get me in trouble like sex and sexuality. I wanted to verbally live on the edge, but all I can think to discuss are my own petty problems with someone who won't matter after June.
This numbness in my brain really is getting to me.
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