Going to therapy in an hour or so. First long trip driving myself. First time to see T since it happened. I have missed that awful loveseat and leaning on that stupid stuffed animal. ��
I miss the feeling of T's safety.
I guess I hate to feel so needy and sad.

I hate knowing I'm sick.

T and the family doctor both say we all know we are going to die. I understand. I know it, too. But it's like this understanding is all LIT up and has exclamation points all around it.
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