I'm really really good at hiding. Never picking up the phone or calling that person I'm supposed to because everything once again is wound so well that I'm functioning and it's okay this way, even though there's tension on my back. if I call then maybe I'll unravel and I just can't afford to do that now. I can't afford to break down because of all this stuff going on, I need to push through.
My book is out of the closet and living on my bedside table. Maybe tomorrow I'll take it out of the envelope. We'll see.
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