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[nny]

I haven't been thinking so hard lately, but a lot more things make sense.

I haven't been making more of an effort, but people have been talking to me.

I have suddenly found a part of my course that interests me.

I am inclined to work harder.

I think I have straightened out my priorities.

I have made good friends online.

I have realised that there is more to me than who 'wants' me.

I have decided to make more of an effort with how I look for *me*.

I feel like a million somethings have changed such a tiny amount that no one but me can tell the difference. But I can tell the difference. And that matters.

Why do I have the urge to celebrate all this by paying someone to attack me with an inked-up needle?