processing.

there's more to it. and i'm getting to it. hold on.

and it has nothing to do with the HF and nothing to do with anybody, actually.

it has everything to do with the blood that is getting heavy and ready to slough. and everything to do with valid things i've been suppressing.

when i forget to process, it builds up. y'know?

i'm putting it together into words. it will end up here, no doubt. because...this is me after all and who would i be if i didnt' put it all out there for the world to see. har har

also, who is this yipes person searching for me/diaryland?

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