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I'm hiding from people today, sort of, and I'm not entirely sure why.

Possibly it is bubble-paranoia. Things're looking up, or... well, things aren't so much, actually. I still have no job, I don't have any prospects, I don't know quite where my rent is coming from from now on, my stomach's not loving me. So, no. Things aren't looking up. But I am. There's a vague worry that if I involve myself in life something will change this state of affairs.

One thing I'm learning, though, and that's to not project. I've started learning to take internet things at face value a little more, because I have a tendency towards attaching too much to what people say and do, but more than that I interpret the things that people don't say. This is not healthy. I cannot possibly know the situation the other person is in, I can't and shouldn't infer tone of voice on text, or meaning on silence.

I'm feeling generally pretty okay. About myself, about my friendships, about my writing. I'm likin' this.

And now I'm going to bed.