....

the twitch seems to have gone away as of this morning. in its place is a stomach tied in knots, a very blank mind, and a pounding heart. lovely.

just willing myself to think feels like an overexertion. ha, and i thought i was in shape(ish).

i'm disappointed. period. i understand, i really think i do. understanding, however, does not exclude my disappointment, shock, and subsequent physical and mental stress.

who is very impressed that i'm keeping it together and to myself, not crying, still being semi functional at work and socially?? i am, damn it.

i'll get over it. writing is sometimes much easier than speaking.