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Well today I sent $300 to Ally for my car because I thought last month my payment went through and I guess it didn't so it's two months plus late. I have a monster burn on my hand from where I touched the oven rack making dinner, and I got a private, multi-paragraph message on my Facebook reminding me what an awful person I am. So my Facebook is gone. Yeah that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I don't care.

I wish I still danced or twirled. I have my hobbies, writing, reading, things... but you really can't lose your mind the way that you can when you're doing something physical. I miss that kind of mindlessness, even if I wasn't any good.