6 months…
26 weeks…183 days…4,392 hours…263,520 minutes…15,811,200 seconds…
it’s fucking NOT LONG ENOUGH!
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six fucking months?!
that’s all they’re giving him? that’s all they’re giving me? dear god…i don’t know how to do this. i don’t want to know how.
it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair! why don’t they try harder? i mean, there has to be some sort of medication, treatment, something…fucking anything!
i can’t do this…
i can’t.
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it really, really has. and i am totally not amused.
i spent all morning walking around allston/brighton, sweating like a damn hog, sweltering in the hot sun to get to the body shop, search for my car, find out insurance salvaged it already, and then wait for the bus to crawl into work.
so fucking miserable.
and now, i’m neck-deep in the middle of auto loans and dealerships and all sorts of random bullshit that i just don’t care about at the moment. ugh.
the only thing today is, it’s my daddy’s birthday, so.
happy birthday, daddy!
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my pulse is pounding in my temples. thick and achey, i’m covered in sweat and now everything aches…
jeanne took me to “clean out” the camry this evening. i had momentarily forgotten the sheer amount of trunk space that car has (had?); it was my home away from home. i loved it, it made me feel safe. it was mine, you know? 100% outright mine, the finest thing i’ve ever owned. mine and i loved it.
tonight i just sat there, and sat there…aching.
tonight was the last time i will ever sit in that car. i listened to the radio, ran my hands over the steering wheel, checked my mirrors…aching.
everyone keeps saying “you’re lucky you’re ok.” but i don’t feel lucky, maybe that’s ungrateful to say, but i feel horrible. my heart hurts. and i don’t expect everyone to understand, in fact, i don’t really give a shit if they do or not…
i just wish i could take it all back, get a do-over…something…anything…
i wish i knew how to say good-bye…
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you were loved. so very loved…
i will never drive another toyota again.
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i don’t even know where to start because every time i try, i completely freak out. my car…oh dear sweet jesus my car.
i’m just…in shock. i’ve NEVER had something like this happen before. ever, not in a whole cross-country ordeal or various trips out of state…nothing.
this morning, i was in a wreck. i deviated from my usual route to work in the morning and completely ruined everything. was it my fault? was it the other dude’s? i’m just not 100% certain, you know? why did i even go that way?! what in god’s name compelled me to turn AWAY from my normal route? i mean…what the hell? oh god my car…
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