Hey, don't you want to go down like some junkie cosmonaut...?
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No phones. I don't want to talk into a little black box right now, even if my head would let me do so without getting even more of a headache than I've already got.
No live company, at least not any I could realistically hope for. I'd have to put on my masks, I'd want to hide even more, it would not turn out well.
I'm here, online, in several places. I don't know for how long, but I'm here now, and distantly hoping for contact, someone I can just... talk... to.
If there's no one out there, then that's how it goes - a few more drinks and some mental reprogramming and the things hurting me will get shoved back into the dark corners of my mind again. It'll take a bit longer than last time, be a bit harder, but that's how it always goes and I'll be ready for it. *shrug* As always, I'll be fine.
I'm always fine, right?
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