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Woah my heart still hurts. None of my friends and family want to hear it because of how I acted out. But it feels better to type it.

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Baths of Caracalla - Roma, Italia - AD 212-217

Man, I am terrible with grief. You would think after all of the earth shattering events in my life, that I could easily handle another one. I have cried for the past 3 days. My eyes are puffy. My cubicle mate asked if I was sick, and I faked chuckled. It was easier that saying the words out loud that I had lost a friend.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to act. People always tell me that it’s okay to act however you want to. But when somebody makes a snide remark because I’m wearing glass, it feels to harsh to tell them the truth. That I can’t wear my contacts because I have been crying too much. I never comment on peoples’ appearances to their faces, mostly because of my social anxiety. I don’t understand why anyone would say anything to me in the first place.

Has anyone had therapy? What was the impetus that lead you there. How did you find a therapist?

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Empty gallery with the three graces @metmuseum #morningmotivation #ancientart #roman #sculpture #metmuseum (at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York)