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I think that...I'm maybe...not really as okay as I keep trying to lead people to believe. I think...that I feel like if I can get someone else to believe it, then it will be true. That I'll start believing it. Or actually being it. Okay, I mean. I feel so frustrated that I can't even get out the words. It doesn't help that I'm scared out of my mind right now because I keep hearing these super strange noises from outside...and I even went out to investigate, but I couldn't find anything, though I strongly suspect deer involvement. In which case, why am I so freaked out?
Because it might not be deer at all. If it's not deer, then it's most likely the neighbor's goats...but then, I didn't see them, either, and so it stands to reason that it might not be goats.
I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate being here alone. If it wasn't pathetic enough already that I was feeling all sad and depressed, the possibly-non-existent-deer-and/or-goats are making it worse. I was mopey and teary-eyed earlier...now I'm mopey, teary-eyed, and jumpy. Like a melancholy kangaroo.
Or maybe not that.
Anyway, I don't know what my problem is, but I'm trying to maintain...I dunno, sanity or some junk, because I remember all too well what it looks like when I completely lose it. Unfortunately, I think some of y'all here might remember that too...um...sorry about that. Yeah.
AND WHAT IS MAKING THAT HORRIBLE NOISE??!?