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Yesterday things began to seem like they couldn't get any worse. I crashed my car. There wasn't much damage but it's still going to cost me more than I can afford. We fought because of it, and because of everything building up to it, and things almost fell apart. In reality I guess they did. I was lying there next to a man who used to be my significant other, and I couldn't think of the future anymore. When I realized I would be alone again in this apartment, or that I would have to go to work and tell all of my coworkers that yeah, it just didn't work out... I just didn't want to wake up. Things work themselves out though. He fell asleep holding me and the last words I heard were that tomorrow would be a new day. That was also the first thing he said this morning, it's a new day.