7-7-07
This was the day when I imagined myself belonging to You for the rest of my life. I think I mentioned how special I thought it would be to marry each other on a day that is numerically unforgetable. I know your love of numbers. The number seven is Biblically perfect and our relationship required a perfect number.
Today, so unlike that which I dreamed about, I refuse to get dressed, refuse to eat, refuse to get out of bed and care for all who depend on me. Fuck them. Fuck them all. This was my day, Our day and I’m celebrating it with tears on my god damned pillow case.
I’ve never, ever felt so sorry for myself and it is not a pretty thing to behold.
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