On General Unhappiness

Somedays the world around me becomes so overwhelming that I just want to crawl into bed and pretend that all the pressure doesn’t exist. Putting a pillow over your head and wiggling your way down so that the covers go over your neck creates a nice soft noise-dulling barrier for crying, and the cats will always come sit on the end of the bed.

At least I have a system for being miserable.

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