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I don't feel so good. In fact, I haven't felt that great in about, oh, a week.

But according to my mother I'm just a hypchondriac, and she knows everything *growl*

Designer love and empty things

I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack, and I don't know why. Usually I can pin down why, but right now I can't.

I really need people right now. But all my people are busy with their lives. I'd love to pull them away from their lives, but I can't. So I'm going to try to write, and then I'm going to cry and hope that gets the anxious out.

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I feel like biting myself again.

After I listen to Lyra (Kate Bush, squee!) I'm going to go read some of The Golden Compass until SVU. If I really get my butt in gear, I might be able to finish it tonight.