It's worse here than I thought it would be. Colleen and Rachel keep asking how I am in different ways, and I don't have anything to say. Everything in this house reminds me.
My parents want me to go to the hospital if I'm still the same tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to. At least here, I get to feel like shit in my own bed.
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Sorry to see that things aren't 100%.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you.