...horrid, palpable resounding melancholia descending over last few days. Sheer panic at realisation that another human being has influence on own moods. Desperate longing for days of being untouchable ice queen, heartbroken but tough.
Miss that self. Fear new slightly squishier self cannot withstand barrage of emotion creeping upon me.
Think sadness might actually be broken heart gently reminding that it has not gone forever. Will creep back when least expected.
Horrid. Horrid horrid.
Crap.
Miss that self. Fear new slightly squishier self cannot withstand barrage of emotion creeping upon me.
Think sadness might actually be broken heart gently reminding that it has not gone forever. Will creep back when least expected.
Horrid. Horrid horrid.
Crap.
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