Okay, so now there really is no place to go but down, or dare I go?
different things flashing, pulsing, things that make me want to stay, even when I know I should not?
My family wants me to come home for Christmas, and I am afraid. Like some fucking intervention. The place I was staying, with the baby, well, the girl wants us all to be gone. I think actually that I could stay there, but whatever.
And then there is him (right beside me in the library as we speak, trying to read over my shoulder@!@!!! there is nothing to say about that now except that things are much more difficult than I or he ever intended them to be.
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