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Life has been hard lately, and when life is hard I marshall all my meager resources into surviving. Well, honestly, more like into making sure I don't fall into that gaping pit of inability to be "normal" that's always looming under my feet. If a pit can loom... Anyways, when life gets like this, I have nothing to write about. I mean, I have a thousand things to write about, but I can't type any of them out. It's odd, because typing would make them easier to deal with, more realistic. But I just can't devote any energy to the thought processes involved for fear of taking energy from a rather more important function. Like breathing :D. It's an over dramatized view of my world, I'm aware. Life isn't actually that hard. I didn't suddenly get dropped into Darfur with a rifle in my hand and told to kill my family or die. But it's been hitting a lot of triggers for me, triggers that are hard to deal with even for a wealthy white woman in a fi