I can't say it. I don't want it to be true.
So the shit has hit the fan, so to speak, and I don't want to write about it. I can't talk about it - and we know that if I can't talk about it, it must be really awful, because I will talk about anything.
I had a nightmare last night. I only remember small parts, but right now, that nightmare seems a better place to be than my reality.
I want to write all my emotions and get them out - but I don't want to admit they are real just yet.
Basically, I'm a mess.
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