I hate to admit it, but I am hurt. A lot more than I would like to show, and a lot more than I show. Sleep hasn't come as easy, nor has eating, and I feel as if I am on edge (physiological factors of stress, damn I love psychology). I knew I was doing something stupid, and the sad part is that I didn't even get in too deep. Part of me is miffed as
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