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it's all completely meh
Meh.
Got home from work today with my head buzzing with the story I needed to write. Sat here for about 2 hours & got 971 words down. Then I stopped for a break & to read livejournal. It was a bad idea. Now my nerves are thoroughly jangled.
I can't go into any details because it all involves other people's privacy or other people's triggers, but I really feel like I need to climb back into my fiction because real life is too depressing.
Got home from work today with my head buzzing with the story I needed to write. Sat here for about 2 hours & got 971 words down. Then I stopped for a break & to read livejournal. It was a bad idea. Now my nerves are thoroughly jangled.
I can't go into any details because it all involves other people's privacy or other people's triggers, but I really feel like I need to climb back into my fiction because real life is too depressing.
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I was also upset because an acquaintance's partner had a suspected case of The Thing That Killed another friend's partner. Just seeing the two words of the diagnosis pretty much made my heart stop for a moment, and I'm not even the person who has the PTSD about that.
And I'm really damn angry with someone else, who has made a series of posts that are offensive to me, and I'm trying to decide whether to de"friend" her without explaining why, or try to explain what I'm upset by. Both are stressful for one reason or another.