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I am sitting at work, bawling my eyes out after having just wasted a ton of time reading the first 12 chapters of Dancing with the Daffodils, at the thought of my sweet boy dying slowing from some horrible disease some day.
this is not the first time I've gotten this worked up over a theoretical day in the far-flung future where he might die.
This is the stupidest waste of emotion fucking ever, and while I KNOW it's just PMS, I can't stop crying.
*sigh*
God I suck.
(Er, "wasted" because I should be working at work, not because it's not a good fic. It is. Or it wouldn't be making me have an emotional reaction. Right. So yes, it's good.)
( personality disorder meme, strikingly accurate for today )
this is not the first time I've gotten this worked up over a theoretical day in the far-flung future where he might die.
This is the stupidest waste of emotion fucking ever, and while I KNOW it's just PMS, I can't stop crying.
*sigh*
God I suck.
(Er, "wasted" because I should be working at work, not because it's not a good fic. It is. Or it wouldn't be making me have an emotional reaction. Right. So yes, it's good.)
( personality disorder meme, strikingly accurate for today )
