One year plus. Really? My two year old playing on the floor...myself, reclined on the couch...my head still a scrambled mess as before. At least this time around, therapy is a very real option. Who even comes here anymore...do these things really matter to anyone? Sometimes, I like reading how naive, retarded and hopeless I am. Or was. No. Am. Le sigh. Story of my life.
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