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Light streams through my window and slaps me in the face. This sucks. I just managed to fall asleep a few hours ago. Ever since last night’s meeting, the realization of what I’ve twice tried to do has been gnawing at me. After it was over, instead of sticking around and talking to people, which would’ve helped, I bolted. I told myself I was avoiding Oliver, but, really, I just couldn’t be around people to whom I’d admitted the depth of my self-hatred. So, I went home and watched the ball drop and thought about how another year is starting and I’m still as much of a disappointment as ever.
I slink out from beneath the sheets, walk to the window, and peer outside. Dawn should be beautiful. Expansive. This dawn is bleak. Nothing is happening. The streets are as empty as my life.
It’s as
