I told my dad last night. That was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. He was ok, I guess. He wasn't surprised. I guess we both knew something was wrong.
Thus far the worst part of this is trying to go to sleep at night. I take the Percocet more to knock myself out than to manage any pain. Otherwise I stare at the ceiling going over every worse-case scenario in my mind, no matter how much I try to stop myself.
Ugh. This post is too depressing. Let's laugh at Angelea from ANTM.
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