well, it's day four of my vacation. i had so hoped that this would be a time of healing and restoration. it doesn't seem to be shaping up that way.
every passing day the emotional pain resulting from feelings of rejection and isolation is spread deeper and wider across the landscape of my heart. at the rate it seems to be metastasizing, i suspect it will have consumed my soul entirely by the end of the weekend. and when that happens, it feels as if i will join the walking dead again and that there is no amount of love in the world that will be able to restore me to life.
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