Took a bad fall Saturday, twisted my foot, smashed my knee up. I'll live. Hurts a lot though. In the end, it's just one more thing to deal with. Still catch myself seeing 'For Rent' signs and thinking 'that might work for Tammy'. Then I remember she's dead. I try not to cry if people are around. Pretty sure everyone's tired of me by now. Haven't written a word, and have absolutely no desire to write. There's just nothing there to put on the page. All I really want to do is sleep, but can't even manage that properly either. Pretty sure in the dictionary next to the word 'fail' is a picture of me.

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