I know I do.
But I feel like a fucking trainwreck. And so I leave stupid, vague status messages on FaceBook, and cry helplessly at the outpouring of concern, but as I try to respond I find I can't, not to the smiling faces looking out from holiday pictures with the loving hubby or smiling kids. I can't. I won't.
I will be okay, I tell myself. I will be okay.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
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I could be a friend :)
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