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If I did kill myself, it'd make a lot of people feel better, but nobody I actually really care about.

I really have to remind myself, every single day, sometimes twice, that I don't need to let the people who care about me the least, dictate whether I deserve to live, or am allowed to get on with my life.

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I don't mean to imply that my life is in danger, but rather, that I've failed to evoke empathy in some people I'll never see again.

The logical fallacy is obvious, but less intuitive than would be healthy.

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I don't remember really doing anything in a recent dream, apart from navigating a cab driver through a tricky street, being in a new house with an unfamiliar layout..

There are bits and pieces, like snow in someone's backyard, people playing in it, and me showing up uninvited, realizing that's what I was doing, and trying to slip away unnoticed.

in dreams I don't usually catastrophize.