I can't count the number of times I say "I just want my bed" in any given day. It's a lot. This is all I've got right now - all I want to do. It is partly seasonal depression, and partly because I've simply given up for the time being. I just want to hide. I think it's something I need to do in order to get myself right, get my feet under me, and start to fix whatever the hell is wrong. It isn't the most fun thing in the world, but it's necessary.
Beds are a comfy place to be, it makes you feel better so nothing wrong with that.
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