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dreamwafflesI know intellectually there are worse things, but lying alone in bed attempting to go to sleep when your roommate's elsewhere and trying and trying not to think about it and then suddenly remembering random shit like how she was always leaving her reading glasses on the counter and you'd have to take them to her and both of you would crack up about it every time is probably the most painful thing I've had to deal with ever.
And there's really nothing to prepare you for it.
I wish I could remember how I dealt when my friend Gina died when I was eleven. But I don't and I don't think it would help.
...aaaaand I have an interview today for an exchange program. Just to make it all fucking perfect.
I feel like the world's gone insubstantial and I could wave my hand through objects or people and walk through walls because nothing's quite there right now, and I have to go to an interview for something I really, really, really want to do because it's the only day the interviewer is in town.
Shit.
And there's really nothing to prepare you for it.
I wish I could remember how I dealt when my friend Gina died when I was eleven. But I don't and I don't think it would help.
...aaaaand I have an interview today for an exchange program. Just to make it all fucking perfect.
I feel like the world's gone insubstantial and I could wave my hand through objects or people and walk through walls because nothing's quite there right now, and I have to go to an interview for something I really, really, really want to do because it's the only day the interviewer is in town.
Shit.
