I feel that I am coming to the point of recovery. Mind you, this is because I haven't said a single word to him for four days. Funnily enough, I'm just so blase about it. It's like I don't particularly care. Of course it would be nice to hear from him... except I have a feeling that I only get talked to when he has a musical query.
It's like... life simply goes on. Mostly.
Sometimes I feel crap. I suppose that's bound to happen on some days. But at this present point in time, I would pick getting into medicine over having him for life.
I think that's a step forward.
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