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fictionalToday, for the first time, my dad fell asleep right in the middle of our conversation. At first I thought he was just joking around, but no. He wasn't.
I realize now, and again -- it doesn't seem to matter how many times I do it, the realization still feels fresh and new -- that this is not going to get easier. I will not wake up one day and get to go back to the way things used to be.
Never. Never. Never.
I realize now, and again -- it doesn't seem to matter how many times I do it, the realization still feels fresh and new -- that this is not going to get easier. I will not wake up one day and get to go back to the way things used to be.
Never. Never. Never.
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Date: 2009-07-10 04:31 am (UTC)oh, hon, i don't even know what to say
other than if you're ever in detroit, you know i will go get drunk with you
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Date: 2009-07-10 04:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-10 04:38 am (UTC)