fox | i am the shoreline

Thanks for your kind words on yesterday's post, y'all. I feel sort of churlish being so upset by something awful not happening to me, but navel-gazing doesn't get a person very far, and the reality keeps hitting me almost literally in waves. I'll choke up, and then I'll go about my business, and then fifteen minutes later I'll feel my eyes welling, and then twenty minutes after that I'll briefly be a sobbing wreck. Lather, rinse, repeat. I'm practicing thinking of it and not falling to bits, in the hope that one of these times someone will ask me how I'm doing and I won't dissolve into tears.

But, my oldest friend. I am devastated.