I wasn’t sure how long I simply sat there on the bed, trying to comprehend everything that had happened. It was becoming incredibly difficult for me to keep myself from making sure that I didn’t start to feel sorry for myself. My heart was beating at an incredibly fast rate, and truthfully, I wanted nothing more than to just get up and leave.
But where did I go? What reason would I have to go anywhere, as a matter of fact? I had no reason to be anywhere other than here. There was too much to do, too much to sort out. And I wasn’t going to get anywhere at this rate. It felt like every time that I managed to convince myself that I was going to do everything now, that I was going to go ahead and finish these things, then it didn’t end up happening.
It seemed like I was experiencing some f
