One hundred posts later, and I'm in the same place I was 9 months ago. Heartbroken, alone, and pathetically mopey. Everything hurts, so I stopped sleeping. Because if I sleep, I wake up, and remember all over again how I fucked up. I'm at fault. I don't eat either, and I'm losing weight. I can tell, my ring doesn't fit anymore, and I always lose weight in weird places..instead of, you know, where it counts. Like my ass. I'm a wreck. And it's only going to get worse.
Please note, I now have a personal vendetta against Russians. All of them.
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