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[jolly_oddness]

I think I was almost on the verge of understanding my crippling social fears, but then I have this report thing due. So I got distracted. And now I will never figure it out. But I don't mind.
University keeping me busy may be the only thing saving me from insanity. Oh, that and the fact that I have turned into the house psychiatrist. Or secret-

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[stillcarl]

That sounds like a variation of the "If you want something done, ask a busy person".

I'm not sure what I'll do in the holidays, though.

Play Scrabble on Facebook! There's always things to do in the holidays...

(No, I'm not on Facebook. I just know you can play Scrabble there and you've said you've been a Scrabble player.)

[jolly_oddness]

I have started a few facebook scrabble games, however my not really ever going on facebook sort of gets in the way of that. I, of course, brought my scrabble board with me to Melbourne.

[versengtemasse]

You can go insane if you want. We'll understand.

But what's going on? I'l listen if you talk (or write).

[jolly_oddness]

I know you will, I'm just not sure that my lecturers will be impressed if I don't hand something in because of insanity.

I think I'm suffering from my usual problem - I am so willing not to judge and be understanding when it comes to other people, and they know this so they tell me things, but I am so SO VERY incapable of telling things about myself in return.

And there's other stuff. Stuff I barely understand kicking about inside my brain. Or I do understand and I don't want to listen, because if I start it'll never end. That's when I start relying on university to distract me.

I guess that's most of it, but I'm being obscure.

[versengtemasse]

You're right. Those lecturers can be awfully uppity.

And you're not being obscure. I understand that you would obscure specific pains and traumas. I completely understand where you are coming from because I suffered from that problem for my whole and still do (though not as much). It's hard to believe that people will be empathetic, or forgiving, or even kind because you give none of those things to yourself.

I want you to have a place to release your cares and woes, because they grow in obscurity but wither in the light of day.

[jolly_oddness]

The odd thing is, I *do* believe wholeheartedly that the people I live with will be supportive of me if I approach them with a problem. I just...can't find a way to speak to them.