Belated Day 697

Yesterday, day 687 was spent in major excruciating pain in my bed for about 85-90% of the day as I near the one year anniversary of a time both joyous and heartbreaking to me. Now the time I look back on is only heartbreaking. Every single conversation I had plays back in perfect, crystal clear memory. Damn my good memory. I can picture exactly what I would say to him, exactly how I would say it. But his response is just static fuzz in the screen of my mind, so coward that I am, I do not press send.

Hopefully now, I can go out, run errands without having a breakdown, and avoid dinner with my pregnant sister. Hooray for avoiding family… I guess. Hopefully after she’s had my nephew, I can go back to hanging out with her again. If my intrusive mind will loosen it’s grip a tiny centimeter, maybe.

It is 1030, I have been out of bed for less than an hour and I am exhausted. I will write more again tonight as to how today went, though realistically I do not hold high hopes for this day.

About masterpieceofadisaster

Alias: Kuckoo Savant
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2 Responses to Belated Day 697

  1. ihatepoetry says:

    I’m glad you posted. Is this meant to be day 687 or Day 697?

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