Hrmf.

[ladysprite]

Everything is going so well.

I have enough work, I have enough money, I have someone who loves me, I have friends who care about me, I have at least some usefulness so I don't feel like a social sponge.

So why do I still feel the overwhelming, all-consuming urge to hide under the blankets and not come out until there's snow on the ground and the world has forgotten me?

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[tpau]

because being happy is a scary prospect. i am not being fasetious either, that is why _i_ feel liek that. admiting that life is good is a very very hard thing...