In general I’m fine, but sometimes I just start crying. When the phone rings, when I pour milk, when I’m brushing my teeth. I don’t so much cry, I shatter.

I didn’t feel like turning into a pile of broken of broken glass on the highway, so I’m home.

Waiting.

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