I build big barriers because I am quite so squishy inside. Squishy squishy squishy. I revel in the feelings of the squish. If I could safely survive living within the squish, I would stay here forever, idly doing the backstroke and ignoring the cacophony of logic and should and day-to-day. This goopiness is my migraines' joyous foil, limiting my capacity for basic thought and function. Danger! Danger, Annabell Singer!
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