And, hilariously, I find myself immediately wanting to delete my last post. For shame. For disgust at how manufactured an plodding it feels. At my vulgarity for posting it on the Facebooks.
But I'm not!
For the sake of honesty. Of laziness, perhaps. To keep it up as a reminded of the progress of standing still. If I write about anxiety enough, I will become more eloquent at it, no?
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