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Sometimes I'm in an okay mood and then something bad will happen and I feel the need to hide. Not physically but in every other way I guess. It's like my expectations for life retreat, and I internally chastise myself for trying to reach for anything more. I'm guessing it's part of my C-PTSD, but still, it feels weird. It's one of the times I feel most like an animal if that makes sense, like a creature of instincts.

Applications for the job I want to apply for are due in a week, a lot earlier than I thought it was. I don't know if I'll be able to finish the piece of writing I've been working on for it. I hope I can finish in time and that I don't need to push myself too much. I would hate to overwork myself for the next week only to not make it through to the next round.