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Sometimes I want to completely shut down. I don't want to have anything to do with anything. I need a break from being.

I come home from work and I'm exhausted. I spend the afternoon running errands and I'm exhausted. I wake up after a full night's sleep and I'm exhausted.

It's like the simple act of being me is too much to handle. I feel so ridiculous saying it, but that's how I'm feeling.

"As long as I remain happy, I'm not going to question it."

Well I'm not and I guess I have to at this point, don't I?

There's a tiny nagging feeling somewhere inside that can't help but feel the dates are lining up a little too neatly. I'm going to have to make a lot of big decisions in a short period of time soon.

I've got a plan. A crazy like a fox plan.