A Pathetic Apathy.

This time, when I was to see you again, I would see you the same way as I did three months ago: completely and utterly perfect.

Symptoms, symptoms, symptoms. All in a frantic manner where one could only perceive the obvious; I was back to normal again. Three months were long, dreary, and tiresome months with no sense of direction or purpose. I was living my own life, and in living it, I was dying.

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Grah, I'll post a story up soon. When I can finally articulate it well.

LOL, Sarah.