God, help me remember the right words you put in my head tonight. Please.
Also, please heal my knee.
Otherwise doctor tomorrow.
I can do this. Dont be afraid. I shouldnt have to be.
And the words you want are out of reach, but they've never been so loud.
Lunch date with Steph tomorrow, I'm excited.
AGH. God I love you.
I also love you.
My birthday is in 22 days.
I get paid tomorrow.
I'm sick of this pre- period emotional spurt I've been on. Definitely sick of crying.
No more please.
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