I cried over the phone, unable to compose myself for Carolyn.
"Nina," she said, "breathe. In and out." So I did, relaxing a little bit.
"Think," she said, her voice so understanding and collected. Unlike mine, "if you spend all your time dwelling on the last good thing, the next good thing will never come."
God, I hate how fucking right she is sometimes.
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Short StoryI'm unwanted, unloved, ugly and a lot of other things that begin with the letter "U." So read the horrible truth of my unfolding and inevitable insanity. Because I don't give a fuck anymore. No one does. So what's the point? Non-Fiction #21 [24. May...
