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I don't know where to start. I don't know where to pickup again. Did my life actually momentarily pause? Did it keep going and I'm just not moving? Did I move too fast? Or not fast enough? I don't even know anymore. If I get my mind off of it for a little while, it just comes back to haunt me. Haha, and here I was thinking I was pregnant (which, is actually physically impossible).
I had so many questions to ask them. Could it have been prevented? Was it something I did or didn't do? I know nothing they would have said could have made me feel better in the least. The bright side is that it isn't as bad as it could possibly get. Should I take comfort in that? I'm not taking comfort in all too much of anything.
I haven't told him. I haven't told much of anyone. One person. I don't wanna tell everyone else, because I'm not looking for a pity trip. Actually, that's the last thing I want right now. I can't even tell myself. I wrote it down on a piece of paper 3 times. Man, reality fucking sucks.
I had so many questions to ask them. Could it have been prevented? Was it something I did or didn't do? I know nothing they would have said could have made me feel better in the least. The bright side is that it isn't as bad as it could possibly get. Should I take comfort in that? I'm not taking comfort in all too much of anything.
I haven't told him. I haven't told much of anyone. One person. I don't wanna tell everyone else, because I'm not looking for a pity trip. Actually, that's the last thing I want right now. I can't even tell myself. I wrote it down on a piece of paper 3 times. Man, reality fucking sucks.