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Go away, monsters. You can't scare me.
Everything is fine. I am fine.
It's January. No one is happy in January. It's cold and there are resolutions we're already failing to keep and not enough daylight so everyone's Vitamin D deficient or something.
No one is happy the week before they turn thirty.
No one is happy all the time. That would be impossible. I'm just not having a perfect week.
It doesn't mean you can come back.
It doesn't mean anything.
[Edit next morning: Last night after writing this post, I forced myself to go back and face my novel again. And you know what? I got some good stuff done and I felt better. So consider that 1 point Jennifer, Monsters 0. I just kicked the door shut IN THEIR FACE. I hope they stay away. We'll see.]