I just had a good cry... a cry like I haven't had in a really long time. My eyes are stinging and there are lakes of gray... pooling mascara on fiery cheeks.
I feel like I'm going to scream, but I don't. Because in the end, there's no point in screaming. It won't change a thing. I can't talk about what's going on right now... can't talk about any of it. But all of it-- every part of my life is a wreck and it's not getting any better and if it gets any worse, I can't live another day of this. Not another day.
I'm not going to do it anymore.
PS: I was uptown at a hospital today with my mom and afterwards we went into a random pub for lunch and guess who was working there? IrishBird. Strange...
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hyde! I hope you're okay! i'll try to give you a call tonight (tuesday) when i get home from the library!
Lean on others when you don't have the strength to stand.
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