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Okay, so I got the last e-mail I'm getting from Bri until she gets to New York.

I don't know how I'm managing to hold all my pieces together, honestly. I'm so sad about that, so angry at someone else. That's why I started reading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell last night, in an attempt to get myself away from the place I've been in. I just...

I don't know anymore. Sometimes I wish I couldn't feel, but sometimes numbness is scarier. So I don't know. I just want to dig a little hole and come out in September.

Fuck

They got the earth in a sling, the world on her knees...

Weird how political songs make me feel better. Downloading the June 10th Stuttgart show, so far listened to Yo George and Sweet Dreams and feeling MUCH better. Thank Goddess for Tori