I am not myself. I looked up the seven stages of grief. I seem to be doing them backwards... or upside down... or just randomly. I am such an analytical person that I find my self examining the emotions I went through on the previous day. I never though grief could be so movie-like and cliche.... I think that's what bugs me... I like to think that I'm unique, but grief is so universal....... But I feel selfish being sad for myself.... It's all a big clusterfuck. Pardon my word, but it is. I don't do emotional well....
I've been knitting. Keeping myself busy.... I made some earrings. Hopefully I'll get to photograph them tonight after the gym!
Thanks for reading my rant.
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