(Because everything is prettier at the pumpkin patch)So I get the point... when does the crappy shit end? My Great Uncle Freddy told me last week that it always gets worse before it gets better... so when is it officially worse? What constitutes rock bottom? My new therapist told me this week that I'm right where I should be... that I shouldn't be feeling as if it's time to move forward... that just by getting out of bed I'm doing better than someone else in my situation would be... and I told her that I would stay in bed if it wasn't for the fact that I lived too damn close to the office and I know for a fact that they'd come knockin' at my door if i didn't show up... granted I know that they are my friends and they would mean well... but just because I can fake it until I make it doesn't mean that I don't feel as if I'm going to die from a broken heart.
I'm trying to work on the victim impact statement tonight... and nothing seems to "sound" right... not that there is a right answer... but nothing I type will bring Jim back. Nothing I say will change the fact that he is gone. Nothing will change what they did.
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