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It's 3:30 am and I'm not tired. Well, not really. I'm kinda wide awake.
I'm happy to be home and in my bed again. I love my apartment-place-thing. I love my bed.
And yet.
It's empty.
:(
I'm a bit slow, with emotional things. It'll hit me over the next week, next month. At random times, in random ways. She's not here.
Well, I'm not there.
So I'm back, I guess?
I'm happy to be home and in my bed again. I love my apartment-place-thing. I love my bed.
And yet.
It's empty.
:(
I'm a bit slow, with emotional things. It'll hit me over the next week, next month. At random times, in random ways. She's not here.
Well, I'm not there.
So I'm back, I guess?