struggling since yesterdahy to believe that life is woth going on with. i know i am fortunate to have the life i have, but it is meaningless when the world itself seems so chaotic, manippulative and false. nothing is real, nothing is true, nothing is believable. can’t stop worrying about work even though i’m not there. can’t stop remembering what it’s like when things get going at work. knowing i have to return to that soon, and the cycle starts again, hangs over me and terrified me. there is no escape, except one.
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