And that's all it takes for the straw to break my back. I stumble until my back hits the wall and I slide down to the ground, pressing the heel of my palm against my cheek to try and stop myself from crying, from looking like a broken-down fool in Trisha's view. "It's not okay, Trisha. It's not okay and I don't know it's ever going to be now."
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Date: 2009-04-19 01:18 am (UTC)