I made the mistake of watching P.S. I Love You this evening. It was a mistake because, after having a day like mine, tears were inevitable. Just ask Whitney. I blubbered through the whole movie. In my defense, she may have cried a bit too. It was like everything I had been feeling came out in that movie. As Mer would say, it's definitely a Damien Rice night. Definitely.
I feel detached. I just miss everything so much.
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