When you somehow manage to write things that you aren't really ready to say...
I cried so hard writing this that it's a wonder I didn't short out my tablet. That's like, cathartic, or something, right? I don't know, it just made my head stuff up and my face hurt. But, I'm pretending really hard, I am, that I still somehow, somewhere have the capacity for hope. And that maybe someday it'll be something other than just a trigger. So, somebody remind me to update this next year, okay?
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