The Fuzz.

I have a problem.

I think that, for once, or maybe once again, I would like someone to rescue me.

I have holed myself up in my room for the past two days now. Today feels slightly better. I finally let the sun back into the room, but I still don’t feel quite right.

I don’t mind the idea of dropping everything in my life. I may have regrets later. I may be very angry with myself. Yet at the same time I am very much aware that I’ll just pick up where I left off, see who has stuck by me, and deal with my decision.

Stupid, I know.

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