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blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah at this moment blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I’m feeling loney blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah I would like a hug blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and would like to know I am missed… blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

“in the absence or hindrance of emotions I become all too willing to explain myself” all too willing to throw how I feel out on the line in hopes of some reciprocation of the same or some emotion. That spells needy, so I digress to anxiously sitting inside my head and distracting myself. Tipping point, one psychological reaction is to mimic that behavior, the other is to give too much. Strange strange strange.