I don’t enjoy meditating. I’m aware that I’m not ~chill~. One of my legs is always bouncing. I crack my knuckles and bite my fingers. Not my nails, my fingers. Perhaps sitting on the floor with my legs crossed for thirty minutes a day would somehow change this, but I hate the idea of being a prisoner, stuck on the ground with the one person in my life who’s responsible for all of my problems.
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