Alas a week has passed. A night of major angst, and regret. Since then my spirit sank, my wallet empty, and health has suffered. This feels like the big one. Big enough for me to take steps to find out what is wrong with me. I'm afraid to know. But the point is right now, something feels extremely wrong. The autumn wind feels like it has snuffed out the last of my youth, but I'm the one who failed to get indoors. Like, I'm never going to feel young again. I just got old. But it feels like I could have simply died.
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