ugh. i am clinging to this thing for dear life, and it's like sand slowly slipping through my fingers and there's nothing i can do to hold on to it and it's pointless, really. it's an awful, out-of-control, i-wasn't-ready-for-this-although-i-expected-it, sort of feeling.
and it makes me wonder, a la carrie bradshaw....is the holding on scarier, or the letting go?
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