Something out of my control happened. An animal broke something of someone else’s. And I couldn’t have possibly stopped it. Didn’t see it happening. But it still happened and I still feel like it was my fault somehow.
I was okay. I was feeling okay. Yet one thing, that I KNOW I couldn’t control happens, and here I am. Crying on the sofa, feeling so much guilt. And I can feel all those thoughts coming back. But my friend is the one upset, so I’m certainly not going to show this feeling: That being dead to me seems easier than whatever is happening…
My birthday is tomorrow.
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