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It never gets easier. Again. Better look like I'm doing something. Again. Looking like a phone addicted gamer boy being a lesser evil than standing around awkwardly. Exposing the need and social difficult that's back. Again. Cause it never gets easier. There's only an occasional heaven sent flow I can rarely predict and never count on. But that's not nothing. Nearly
Later. Finleys. Success in sobriety. For the ages. Of Sagittarius. Okay for the most part. Dawn is sweet despite my paranoias. But progress. Like how I play Stardew Valley now instead of Soldier of Fortune. And like how I'm only angry at people at meetings who talk too long because of their cliqueish ness and obnoxious personalities, not because of that AND because of envy over money. And like how I was able to talk to Jeremy.
It's OK to be catatonic as long as you can leave the bar at closing time under your own power.
Don't be extra paranoid. Plenty enough already. Don't ruminate, that amplifies delusions. . .
It never feels ok does it? And it's been enough times, I don't think it ever will. Anyways the looks. Even when I didn't fuck up.