Is this another stage? Because I'm angry. I'm angry at the world, I'm angry at everything I've done wrong. I'm angry that people see me as such an island that I'm left to my own devices. But that's my fault, right? For always giving people the impression that I've always got this. And then at myself for not being able to cope with help when I don't or even be able to share as much as I need to when I don't.
"Everyone grieves in their own ways" she said. But I can't help but feel that I'm maybe wrong. That I should SHARE this with people, but I kind of want this moment to pass and to get on with my life like it was before. Loving the alien in my own way.
And most of all? I want to EAT REAL FOOD. Yummy food. Food with freaking cinnamon in it. Anything with flavor. Or have a glass of wine...
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