Day 0 – Post Pastry

I am giving myself three days to grieve. Hard grieve. The “it’s okay to fall apart and scream hysterically and sob” kind of grief.

After those three days, I must start to gather myself. But I can feel terrible. It’s okay to hurt. It hurts because it matters.

And as long as I have Hank and Katherine and Michael and John and Nick, I will be okay. Unhappy, but okay.

So, here’s Day 0. It went about as well as can be expected.

I’m going to bed. I’ve leaked enough emo everywhere for today.


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