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This is one of those times when I wish I knew what was going on in my head. Between the things that happened at Seidh last night (not up for discussion, just mentioned) and the things that I've been thinking recently, I'm really lost.

I want to be special, right? I want to get off my ass and actually start the writing. I want to actually do so many things. But this waiting in limbo is causing me some sort of paralysis.

Fuck, I hate this.


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