And continuing my recent thread of happy, uplifting entries.
Finding out all your paranoia is completely justified is the most awful feeling in the world. Because it's this creeping horror that just rushes up from underneath like a sickness and takes full hold of you and strangles and shakes you. And it squeezes every other feeling out of you so all you have left is this fright. And it leaves you shivering. And it eventually subsides but the high-water mark is still there. You're changed, whether you want it or not. A little more embittered, a little more jaded. Here's where I let myself believe things might work out. Here's where I thought for a second I'd hit the jackpot. Here's where.
My life is one ridiculous fucking emotional rollercoaster these days.
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