and I'd like nothing more than to choke it to death, forcing into the deep sort of sleep that continues to elude me because of it's presence ... So, I'm up late, but it's not THAT late.
I have once again been struck with the realization that, despite my apparent lack of fear concerning many things, I remain extremely trepid regarding people I think don't like me - clammy hands and shortness of breath being the physiological symptoms. I think it comes from a variety of incidents and confrontations throughout my public school and high school years, and has been reinforced by certain personality characteristics.
I need a psychological makeover ... or maybe I should just write some really self-pitying (or sadistic) poetry.
My apologies to anyone reading this, although I don't think there's many/any people who do, that this is the best I could come up with ... at least I didn't incorporate Christmas music. Or wait, now I did. Crap.
Jingle the bells away
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