Broken Glass Park
It Was Such a Magical Mysteria...
I was in a fairly good mood, but now I'm really feeling like I'm going to throw up. That is from anger. The anger is from stress. I'd really live to be able to not worry about this stuff. I guess no more 'crutches'/crushes for me. I really, really wish B was here. I'm thinking about him a lot lately, particularly right before work. I think about him to calm myself down. If he was just here, I would be in a good mood. I miss you, B so very much. You were a ray of sunshine in dark days. Now, there is no sun, at all. Not even the tiniest ray. My life is perpetual night and often, without even moonlight.
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