There is a point at which, after continuous gut-wrenching, stress leaves you feeling like you have been run over by a truck several times and then in this case have to get up like nothing just happened. The graduation was a major high but was way too short lived. The surgery was and is tense filled, on edge, now what next type of situation.
I miss Dante, even though he wasn't technically around me all that much when he was home, I guess just knowing he's not right downstairs and that he's in a hospital, just doesn't sit well. Don't think it should. Even though he sounded better today for the most part and he did actually get up and walk around, theres this part of me that feels eternal sadness...
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