Shock

I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not being rude. Just dont wanna. I don’t have grace or dignity or strength. It didn’t go down the way I hoped. So I’m just taking things literally hour by hour. Don’t ask me what I need. I hate that question because I fucking have zero answers. If you have any questions other than “do you want chocolate” direct them to Chad or Heather.

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