I don't know what to say.
I just know that I should be journaling - something.
It's the middle of the night and I'm warm and dry and at the house of a loving friend. But I'm miserable. Can't sleep. Stomach gnawing. Afraid.
What have I done? What have I done to my life? What did my childhood damage make of me?
How can I make it better?
I will continue on. That's all.
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