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[god_andthe_muse]

There is no comfort here.

I'm so bone-tired, flesh-weary and re-eyed from this sensation of alienation of my life from my self. I feel vaguely embarrassed walking down the street, as though there was a big brightly colored arrow pointing at all times to the small of my back to alert people. I feel, at best, like a novelty among friends or like an

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[cardboardxsea]

I know I don't know you that well, or at all, and I feel a little odd writing you over something so obviously personal, but I feel compelled to.

I don't know if this epiphany was recent or slow to build, but it sounds like it's a recent awareness.

It's slow. And it's okay that it's slow, and theirs no wrong way to do it, it would only be wrong if you didn't do it. You can't ignore something like this, it will become more and more relevant to you. It's overwhelming to think of all the people (family, friends, acquaintances, co-workers, strangers) but it will get done.

I hope that you find support for this and you can voice what your afraid of to someone.

I wish you peace.

[god_andthe_muse]

Oh, no. I'm like... Out. As much ad it's reasonable to be. My last boss was kind of an ass. I recently found out some things he said. It was disturbing.

But, I've only been out for ... What, a year and a half? And I think I will always feel uncomfortable in society. I'm odd. I'm a little repressed. A childhood at Assemblies of God churches does that to you.

thank you for your comment. I strayed from my journal while writing some major projects. Back now.