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It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Sunday, 24 February 2019

Spirals

I am spiralling for no particular reason.
I just keep walking around my house panicking about nothing in particular, feeling like I need to be doing one of a great many ill-defined tasks and achieving nothing except working myself into more of a state.
How am I almost 40 and still completely unable to do even the simplest amount of adulting.
I am such a fail human.


I do spent far too much of my life wondering if this is what a nervous breakdown feels like.
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