Saturday is horrible. I’ve nowhere to go, nothing to do, and I can’t get out of my head. I cried for the first time in months, and it was one of the worst feelings I’ve had in years. The urge to cry is all or nothing; either I do it at full strength or I don’t do it at all.
If dissociating from the past were as easy as dissociating from the present, I’d be a completely different person. There’s no saving this one.
If dissociating from the past were as easy as dissociating from the present, I’d be a completely different person. There’s no saving this one.


