Crazy times and crazy measures
I took the bus there. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be, but I had to wait a long time before they'd let me leave. The walls were blue. It was like waiting in the nurse's office in elementary school...strange noises and smells, wishing your mom was there to take you home. young women weeping with the news of an accidental pregnancy, or some curable or incurable STD. Wait, that's not elementary school. If anything, the hours I spent there calmed me down. At least I don't have *this*. At least I don't have *that*. And I didn't cry about it. I cried so much last week when it was supposed to happen, that I think I just don't care anymore. I set everyone free last week. It was nice, to be alone and ok.
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