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Well, we talked. Things aren't as bad as I was afraid they were, but still he kissed her. I can't picture anything else and I keep feeling sicker. I just love him so much, I don't know what to do. Every time I listen to the radio, something makes me cry. I didn't sleep well, although the aerobed was way more comfortable than the knockoff tempurpedic. Still, no bed will be comfortable. He's not in any of them.

The work counsellor was out yesterday; I'm calling again today.

Once I get my food, I'll have everything back out of my mom's.

I hate moving. But I'm glad I have somewhere to go.