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Not wanting to depress people this early in the life of confoozion, I have avoided writing any journal-style entries so far. Well, why should I hide it? I'm having a crappy time of it right now. Getting confoozion online was supposed to be my "therapeutic project" - a way to get my mind off of how much things suck, and put it into something constructive. But I finished it too quickly, and the crap keeps happening.
So in the meantime, while I wait for things to get better, I continue to busy myself with anything I can find. I borrowed this list from Aleja, who borrowed it from someone else. Filling it in took a couple of days, and maybe it was more therapeutic than I realize.
I hope I get out of this rough spot soon.
I think too much.
I know the world is a great place to live, even though it doesn't always feel that way.
I want to feel useful.
I have beautiful friends.
I wish I could fly.
I hate mosquitos.
I miss the fun of childhood, but enjoy the freedoms of adulthood.
I fear the decline of my health.
I hear voices in the hum of the air conditioner.
I wonder what it might be like to have a baby someday.
I regret not standing up for my rights when they were trampled on.
I love my family, even when it seems they are screwed up beyond repair.
I ache in the cold.
I care what people think, though I pretend not to.
I always get tongue-tied when speaking to strangers.
I will not waste my time going to school to learn something I already know.
I dance like an idiot, but I dance anyway.
I sing at the top of my lungs.
I cry when I am frustrated, when I am scared, and when fictional animated characters die.
I do not have a sense of direction.
I fight with my feet. Fear the feet.
I write whatever is in my head, whether it makes sense or not.
I win lame $4 Bingo prizes.
I lose sight of how lucky I am sometimes.
I confuse easily when I'm tired.
I listen but I don't always know how to respond.
I can draw with my foot.
I need to feel useful.
I am confoozled.
I should write letters more often.
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