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I think something's wrong, I don't usually carry this feeling around with me for so long. Will it be strange to say I'm happiest at work? At least that's quite a new and relatively untouched area of my life, so it's... pure. Unfettered with unnecessary unhappiness or emotions, it's an abode from the mess and the sianness in other parts of my life. At least nowhere there really knows what I'm up to, who I know, what I do. There's freedom to be gained from their lack of knowledge. And maybe it's someplace to hide, someplace where I can think of some stuff, and forget others. I like work.
I'll be content to let someone else hold the reins now. I'm not in the mood to be in control, take charge. Let someone else do it for a change. Let me go.
Damn, but I'm weird.
