I was having a very brief conversation with Natural Prozac tonight and I commented that things have been weird for me since came back from seeing him last month. But before I could explain he had to go eat. Good thing too, since I am not sure how I would have explained it to him.
Tonight's blog pic pretty much describes how I feel. My heart is not just broke, but it is fractured. I think that is what keeps me in my current situation - the fracture.
Not completely broken into two separate pieces, but split and holding on by a thread. Is that anyway to live?
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