last night it felt like alllll i talked about was my leg and trying to find non-awkward ways to make light of the fact i could have died and quickly change the subject.
i dont feel better. i havent recovered. i think about walking every time i do.
i dont feel like the same person but i dont feel like a new person. i feel stuck in limbo, completely controlled by an event that took two seconds.
two seconds changed my life.
two seconds consumes me.
i want them back.
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accomplished:
- walk
- walk down the street
- shower. by myself
- visit friends at their homes
- dance
- go out to dinner
- go to a party (and not drink (a lot))
- dance
- chase godfrey to cuddle
- clean my apt
- take out the garbage
- check the mail
- go see and up
- dance
- dance
- dance
- go grocery shopping
- go shopping
- carry things
- dance
not yet accomplished:
- ride my bike
- take bowie on a walk*
- go see the hangover*
*do you even want to do these things?
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