I hear you Growlycat.
It's a strange balancing act... Being an adult with adult responsibilities and expectations while trying to cope with warped perceptions and patterns... I find it difficult to tell when it's okay to share how I really feel and when it's time to put on the big girl pants and suck it up. Yet they tell you that you don't have to suck it up... But you can't really trust that, because there is always a wrong time to let down your guard, and when you have poor reality testing skills you can really land yourself in the soup...
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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