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9:31 a.m. - 2003-04-24 I've been lost in my head before. I've hid because it's warm and safe and dark and comforting in that corner of my mind. I've had occasions where I was convinced that something was wrong with me� so incredibly wrong with me that I'd considered getting help, professionally. I worry when people do the same things, which I suppose in some sense is silly since everyone's heads, everyone's secret places, everyone's "havens" and skeletons and such are all different but perhaps the thought that people go to those places alone is scary to me. It's scarier to me when those people pull away and then think about going those places. Perhaps irrationally so, but� I'm scared for you and for me. ( "you" should know who you are).
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