I wonder if when she told me that she was unhappy, as she did on several occasions starting about a year ago this time, if she was as unhappy then as I am now.
Some days are terrible. And those are the good days. They are not without their moments of levity, but in the end still plain terrible.
The bad days distinguish themselves with more anxiety than numbness, more hopelessness than helplessness.
The worst days can't even be encapsulated with words. I truly don't knew how many more of those I have left in me.
Some days are terrible. And those are the good days. They are not without their moments of levity, but in the end still plain terrible.
The bad days distinguish themselves with more anxiety than numbness, more hopelessness than helplessness.
The worst days can't even be encapsulated with words. I truly don't knew how many more of those I have left in me.
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