It’s odd that I find noise in my life comforting. Maybe it just confirms what I’ve known all along — that I’m an escapist by nature. Filling my head with things to do, then pointlessly mulling over getting them done ironically aids to keep my sanity. Because there are worse things out there than noise. It’s called TRUTH. And it bites.

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