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I feel sort of stupid leaving him a message to call me back on the day he gets back.

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Oh yeah, I am trying to figure that one out big time.

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Then I came home and tried to take a nap

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I've been napping for the past three days. It helps to shut out the pain.

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"You're never going to see your T again."

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I feel the same way. At this point i feel like T is an illusion. He realy doesn't exist anymore for me.

Hang in. Keep journaling. Immerse yourself in your work. I agree this sucks.