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The latest mutterings:



10/07/26 @ 1020am-

Many things have shifted in the time since I've last written here.

I've had difficult conversations with friends, some of which may have ended those friendships.

I've had family drama circling around me.

I've felt guilt, shame, and on top of all of that, I've been sick.

Sick, luckily enough, with only a cold and no fever to speak of, but sick nonetheless -- which I do not deal with well, personally.

I'm not sure if it's simply what I interpret to be my OCD thought patterns, or a valid fear, that I've gotten sick because I've been mucking around with the craft and attempting at large to clear myself of any negative energy surrounding me. And though I do see that coming out in other areas of my life very clearly, I also fear that my getting sick is somehow a backfiring of my attempt to clear myself of negative energy and now maybe somehow I'm sick with negative energy?

But again, I understand where that sounds like plain mental illness, because it is simply cold and flu season and I caught a cold. Could be as simple as that.









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