Masochism At Its Best
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I just got home.

Home = safety? No.

But safer? Yes.

Panic attacks are unpleasant.

Sieia-To is far, far worse... but then, no one believes me about her. Then they say things about taking her away, destroying my protection.

I need time.

I need... need, want, echo of my own idiocy, and I can feel myself spinning now. It hurts.

Not pain, but the horrible feeling that leaves me drained.

Sieia-To is my wall. My shield. My strength. She is not a part of me, really, but she is bound into everything that keeps me whole and sane.

If it was not for her strength, I would not be typing this. As it is, I am going to bed.

Sleep is good.

Gods... and the weird thing?

It was still a damned good day. It was still worth living. I don't understand this. I don't understand it at all.

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