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1/24/17 I talked to her today. I cried in gym class over it. I told myself what to say and I just couldn’t. But I said what I needed to, and she apologized. We talked it out—actually had a nice, diplomatic discussion about it, and I got a promise. I know she’s trying. And the funny thing is that I don’t feel completely emotionally drained anymore. There’s something there. 2/8/17 It’s gone again. I think it was the drugs I was on: they cleared my mind. Made me forget. I lost everything I’d gained that day.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Before And After The Hospital
1/24/17 I talked to her today. I cried in gym class over it. I told myself what to say and I just couldn’t. But I said what I needed to, and she apologized. We talked it out—actually had a nice, diplomatic discussion about it, and I got a promise. I know she’s trying. And the funny thing is that I don’t feel completely emotionally drained anymore. There’s something there. 2/8/17 It’s gone again. I think it was the drugs I was on: they cleared my mind. Made me forget. I lost everything I’d gained that day.
Pain meds. Hospital. Long story.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
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