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I've been pretty worthless since the car accident 2 weeks ago. I haven't left the Petersen's place more than 3 times since then. Hell, I've hardly left the bedroom half a dozen times since then.
In an attempt to keep myself sane, I've been organizing Anton's DVD collection. Once in a while I find something that I'd like to watch.
I'm ok if it is a movie that merely appeals to me. But then I discover a new movie that I know Ginger would have really liked. I feel terrible that I can't share it with her, that I didn't find it to show to her in time. My chest starts to tighten up and it feels like hard steel rods are stabbing through my ribs and into my heart.
I hate feeling isolated, but I hate feeling like enjoying myself is a potentially painful experience.
In an attempt to keep myself sane, I've been organizing Anton's DVD collection. Once in a while I find something that I'd like to watch.
I'm ok if it is a movie that merely appeals to me. But then I discover a new movie that I know Ginger would have really liked. I feel terrible that I can't share it with her, that I didn't find it to show to her in time. My chest starts to tighten up and it feels like hard steel rods are stabbing through my ribs and into my heart.
I hate feeling isolated, but I hate feeling like enjoying myself is a potentially painful experience.