I'm made of too sensitive stuff for that, it turns out. I am kitten-fragile.
I have to give myself a break. A day that I don't feel heartbroken, or like I'm missing someone, or like I've been de-clawed. A few weeks where I don't constantly remind myself I was rejected.
In my own best interest, and all. I owe myself a fighting chance and a fence between me and anything maul-ish.
So like I'm always saying at work:
Consider it done.
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I have a picture essay about the freedoms I exercised this weekend, but I don't have it in me to put it together tonight.
Another time, then.
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