What happened at 11:25?
Well, I was going to take a break tonight ~ especially after the heavy stuff that I've written about in the last two days.
I just wanted to make a note of something: I went to bed at about 10:30, so I could catch up on my sleep. At 11:25, I woke up with the absolute worst feeling of depression and loss that I've had in a long time. Is it a result of all the stuff that's happened ~ or did my dad just read the journal? Is it the same feeling that I get when someone close has died?
I guess I'll find out if it's anything, huh? I hope it's nothing more than just part of the process of dealing with 'stuff'.
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