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Well, I cancelled my therapy appointment today. The feeling and thought of going out there to the clinic is...I don't know...it seems pointless. I miss my therapist very much, yet I really don't have anything to talk with her about. Certainly nothing pressing or unusual. I feel guilty for cancelling.
I've been living in my imagination a lot lately. I've always done so; it feels nice. Imagining myself living in a different land and era, like a time machine.
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