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It’s gotten a lot warmer and brighter lately, since I got back. More people outside. Spring is the loneliest stretch of the year. I’m terribly tired all the time, and I can feel myself growing increasingly angry and prone to spasms of vicious, primitive sadness. There’s this hole in my soul that just won’t go away. Once you start, you can’t stop. Days pass by. They just keep on going. They just keep on going.