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I stare at the ceiling, and I read the books which make me feel safe and warm. I refuse to go out, drink tea, and demand that my friends come round and see me. They feed me Indian take-away, and gradually, it looks like a Bad Thing rather than the Mother Of All Bad Things.
I also punch things, go to bed and sleep, demand sex, refuse sex, over-eat, forget to eat, have my hair cut, forget to shave, get drunk, stop drinking, and any number of other things depending on what's going on.
If it's really bad, I leave town and stare at the sea or the mountains.
I rarely 'talk it through', but sometimes I do, and it has to be with someone carefully chosen. I do not confide my secrets to one specific person - I spread them out, so that no one has the whole story.
I go to movies - trashy ones - and eat sweats. I spend money on nice clothes (assuming I have any money at the time).
You know. I do stuff. |
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