Certain things come to mind every time I hang out at Mobius that are hard to ignore. At least breathing and spoons have returned to being general enough, but you can’t avoid the specifics.

It was a sad weekend. Dad blames the season, and I wonder if I’ll have to admit to my genes some day and winter in a sunnier climate.

I’m happy overall, I really am good. Maybe I need to learn to be more choosy who I’m honest with about how I feel. I think about _ saying that she felt [that] she didn’t want to be with someone [so] sad [but] not saying about it to me. I found out [later that] she thought that through another angle and explained why I was sad at [that] moment and she then understood. However, that [is] a good example of why not being completely honest about how I feel [can be for the best]. I was struggling with how open to be, trying to establish boundaries, and it [only] seemed to dig a bigger hole.

But I’m setting larger boundaries, and it seems to be the best for everyone else. It’s funny that I always feel [that] boundaries are for others benefit. Always the martyr, so distant.

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