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[crash_symphony]

And I had wished he'd stayed in Boston. Now that he's back, the house feels different. Even though we're not in the same room, I can still feel something different now; it's this feeling of hollowness that's been filled in with air. And you wonder, is this good or bad? It's neither, really. It just is

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[umbrarumcantus]

i saw you comment on Marisa's journal and decided to check up on you, see how you're doing these days. there's obviously some backstory i'm missing to some of this stuff, but i'm sorry things are rough enough that you've been thinking about hurting yourself.

i must say, though, for what it's worth, that i understand completely the desire to lie, damaged, in a hospital bed, not having to worry about anything, just having other people worry and feel sorry for you. it's a very tempting notion some days. i tend to deal with it by remembering all the things that i can do on the "outside" that i couldn't do in a hospital gown in a hospital bed in a hospital world. i don't know what my point is, just saying that i'm here, hope things improve soon, and i understand some of what's running through your mind.