last night i didn't have any bad dreams. there was no running. no screaming. no reason to cry.
but yesterday was bad. my eyelids were so puffy it hurt my eyes. excessive crying. stupid shit. so we ate take out and watched newsies and he tried to make me believe all those things (it's not your fault, ivan didn't do this to you or because you or at you, ivan loved you). it was good to sleep. finally.
also, it turns out that it is easier to get a divorce than it is to break up your sprint family plan.
that, and other things.
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