The bed laid plans of mice and men. Thought I could stay angry. Because I am really angry. But now I'm just really sad and distraught. I can't abide the disease. I can't gift the rest of my life to someone who refuses to admit the dangers of their behavior. Let alone I am a liar.
But really right now all I want is a hug to feel better. The last few years have been terrible. I'm tired and really raw about it. Antidepressants aren't helping how down I feel. So the only thing to do is sit here and feel fucked up about it, and hope that one day it will pass. And I'll stop seeing her face in the back of my head.
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