I talked to my best friend for a while on Facebook. It's the first time I've really gone into detail about how sad I felt. She told me she's always here if I need a chat, she said she doesn't know what it's like but that she's known me for a long time (heh), and I'm going out with her and her son tomorrow for some cheering up, so that's good.
I still feel like I am completely overreacting. I know I keep saying that, but I can't stop feeling like it.
At the same time I still feel really sad today. Probably because I keep reading stuff. I know it doesn't help but for some reason I need it. I need to hurt, I need to justify it, I need to hear people talk about it. I need it to be real because sometimes I feel like I'm overreacting and it's not a big deal, and then I read the prognosis and the statistics and I think it is a big deal.
I hate the fact that we talk [well, my mum talks, we listen] about not knowing how many years she's got left like it's normal now. I keep saying it's fine, that she'll have 10, 20 years, but we don't know, and in all honesty it's very very unlikely. Possible but unlikely. I hate the fact that it's normal, I hate feeling this alone, I hate feeling this sad.
But crying helped. I feel like crying again but I don't know why.
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