Yesterday, I painfully drove home, every muscle of my being
aching, entered y bedroom, and crashed into bed. No energy to even wash my
face, I whimpered into my cold, unmade bed. I felt defeated, deflated,
depressed, and pathetic. I wished I had someone to reach out to. Someone I cold
tell who would care, and rush to my side. Someone who would hold my hand and
coax me out of bed. But I have none of that. And that makes me sad.
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