I feel like someone just reached down my throat and punched my insides. I know I'm dramatic, but that's the only way I can explain the way I feel right now. I have a huge lump in my throat, which is holding back everything I want to say and cry about.
Nice guys (and girls) seem to always finish last.
What the eff is up with that?
9 weeks can't come any sooner.
Oh wait, that won't be much of an escape anymore, will it?
I repeat, be strong and brave! Don't be afraid and don't panic, for I, the Lord your God, am with you in all you do"
-Joshua 1:9
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