i am the shoreline
Thanks for your kind words on yesterday's post, y'all. I feel sort of churlish being so upset by something awful not happening to me, but navel-gazing doesn't get a person very far, and the reality keeps hitting me almost literally in waves. I'll choke up, and then I'll go about my business, and then fifteen minutes later I'll feel my eyes welling, and then twenty minutes after that I'll briefly be a sobbing wreck. Lather, rinse, repeat. I'm practicing thinking of it and not falling to bits, in the hope that one of these times someone will ask me how I'm doing and I won't dissolve into tears.
But, my oldest friend. I am devastated.
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But, my oldest friend. I am devastated.
This entry was originally posted at http://fox.dreamwidth.org/1248904.html. Comments are closed here; it's not that I don't trust you, you understand, but just now I'm a little suspicious of LJ. So until there is a way for me to categorically bar even accidental crossposting of any comments here to any Facebook or Twitter anywhere, please comment at Dreamwidth using OpenID.