----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- through the day It's probably a good thing no one reads this diary anymore because I'm just going to keep coming here to dump out all these feelings. To process. To write in private. I don't know how much time is left. Or what will become of anything. Or how I will handle anything. I really just don't know. I forwarded my stepfather's message to C. "Do you want to talk right now?" he emailed back. " I'm afraid if I talk right now I'll just cry," I wrote back. "Trying to just put my head down and get through the day." That's all I've got right now. 12:59 pm - 16.09.15
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