I'm staring to feel afraid to leave the house again. So Emory decided to take us up to Ventura for the day. Not going to lie, it was still rough. I feel this overwhelming sense of dread when I leave my living space. I feel it nonstop and being out for the day doesn't save me from it, no mater how lovely the day is or how great the company. I DO love all the thrift shops on Ventura Mainstreet. Nothing like looking at all the books someone decided to hand over to a place. I found two books, an anthology about detectives and another about magick realms. I love reading at night before I go to bed. I have a new job so I can now listen to YouTube while I work. I've enjoyed listening to the horror stories. I have a few of my favorite storytellers. I've also been listening to Missing 411 stories, about people who disappear in the forests. It's really changed my mind about camping or even doing the haunted forests like 7 Gates of Hell and Bridgewater Triangle. I keep seeing
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