This morning I felt so alive. I was tired, but I was so hyper.
I felt playful.
I felt invinsible.
Now...
I just hurt.
I felt so invincible up until about an hour ago, I suppose.
I know where it started. How it started. I just wish it wouldn't have started.
I need to go out. I don't know where or to do what. But out.
And it would end up being alone so I don't know that I want to anyway.
Alone is such a lonely number.
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I'm sorry, Christie. I hope that the morning brings something different, something that sends that loneliness packing.
Thank you, Jen.
I hope the rest of the day brings something different seeing as this morning has not.
I do hope that things have gotten better on your end.
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