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Today was a bad day.

Some bad days are because something horrible happens. Those days are, thankfully, very rare. Other bad days, however, happen because a lot of not-good stuff happens. This was one of those days.

Some people say each day is what you make of it. Maybe that's so; still, I've never been able to make a bad day go away through the power of positive thinking. Sure, I've been able to banish the darkness for a time by ignoring it, but distraction can only last for so long. And the darkness will be waiting.

I remember dreaming a thousand worlds, before. Where have they gone? Surely they cannot all be out of reach? Could there not be one the rising tide of nightmares have not swept away?

Hah. Why bother? Why be fool enough to dream, when it is so much easier to surrender? After all, is it not the carefree giving of pieces of my soul that has brought me pain? Better to keep them safe within, where they cannot be lost.

Perhaps the answers to my quandary are within my grasp. Maybe if I just tried hard enough, I could find my dreams again, and more. But I have tried so hard for so long, and I do not feel any closer than I have ever been. Maybe there is nothing I can do. Maybe there is everything I must do. I don't know which frightens me more.

Again I ask of you, reader, only one thing:

DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS MESSSAGE.