It is a horrible feeling to have. It is a feeling that is so not me, yet I can't help it. I don't know what it is I need, but I need it.
It's a mixture of insecurity, restlessness and frustration and it's driving me a little bit insane. Or at least it's making me a wee bit aggressive. What you fear, you hate.
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Next time:
my stomach hurts, I've got possible frostbite and I've realised I was a soldier in WWI.
my stomach hurts, I've got possible frostbite and I've realised I was a soldier in WWI.
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Oh, I know that feeling! But the good thing is, this blog is a good place to go and be needy. To spill it all out. To puke and call it art, so to speak.
But, as Master would say, removes the cause but not the symptom. Ok, that makes zero sense.
But, uh... That needy state of mind might also be dangerous. Like... if the wrong person would cross your path, and you're a bit vulnerable, you can make an ass of yourself.
I'm talking figuratively here. Or about myself maybe.
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