Journal
entry 15
At the end of two months, I’m
basically numb.
I must be out of shock by
now, but I don't know how you measure that. I also think that the despair of my
situation is settling in. I don’t care about much of anything and go
through the motions of the day simply to get to where I can go back to
bed. With our long-range dreams wiped out, I realize how much I lived for
them, and how much they pulled me out of bed in the morning.
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