to the question, "Lizzie, are you okay?"
Because, quite frankly, I was not today.
Or yesterday.
I spent more time crying than I did anything else.
And if you want to know why, I'll tell you.
But only if you ask, because I don't really want to type everything all up right now.
No, I'm not really okay.
But whatever.
It's not a big deal.
I'll fucking get over
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