It was the middle of November last year when I had the closest thing to a real mental breakdown that I've ever experienced. For several nights in a row I lay on the thin Berber carpet in one of the lightless study lounges or on a low wall in a nearby parking garage, sobbing and wishing for some private space and for some respite from all of my
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Oh wait,
Heart, San Francisco...right. Close enough.
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If you ever need an ear to talk to, please note I have nice long ears for listening.
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And thanks. :)
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