(also posted in surviving-insanity.blogspot.com)
My one hope was that I'd survive you.
Jay Brannan, you fucking speak to me.
I'm glad we're still friends, but sometimes I still get tinges of pain.
It's alright.
I'll be fine.
You'll be fine.
We'll be fine.
I love you.
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