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rant"don't hide in you work,"she said with caring disdain.it's always the argumentof the over-privileged.maybe i should watch some tv,pop some pills, read a book,and get happy quick like you.no, i'm not too skinny, thank you.i work out for once in my life,and i find that it regulatesmy blah-blah-tonin stress levelsbetter than your bullshit.yeah, you thought i wasn't an angry person anymore, butyou just bring out the best.i'm not hiding from anything.i wish i could just sit outand let my alter-ego live for me,but it's simply not possiblebecause you make no sense at all.do you even know what you mean?i don't need to embrace myself.i'm not lost. i'm right here.and it is fucking okayto power through a bad dayor a shit month or a dead yearwith some form of progress.would you suggest i justsit at home on my assand be miserable?