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Two day weekends are not enough time to have fun, relax, and do chores. Yesterday was spent going from place to place, hardly having a decent amount of time to myself. I didn’t sleep very well last night, and my morning was spent going to several different appointments already. I still need to do about…
Maybe it’s the feeling of being wanted. Maybe it’s being kept busy so my mind doesn’t wander to the wrong places. Maybe it’s the validation that I am worthy, that my failed relationships are not a reflection of my worthiness of love and a happy, mutually beneficial relationship. Being an adult is rough. I just…
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