the sheer amount of things i can do to attempt to stop thinking about it is amazing.
but, i always venture back to it. it's always there. it never left, it never will.
i hate how i'm always thinking and never doing. i hate how absentminded i've become. i hate that work with my hands is refreshing, never constant. i'm so full of words lately.
this will subside in a few short days.
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