I suppose there are a couple of good things about conjunctivitis. Because my eyes are already red, no one could tell that I’d been sobbing all the way to work.
I am officially stupid.
It turns out Lou was right after all and that men will just hurt us. She was also right about being there with tea and a hug.
I told him not to worry that he’d hurt me and that I was strong, but I feel like I’ve broken into a million pieces.
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