Grey.
I had several depressing Grey’s Anatomy type inspirations as I tried to come up with a title for this post. I could imagine Meredith holding her heart in her hand, watching it in morbid fascination as her chest bled out. I could probably draw a dozen parallels to the drama right now, actually.
Like how D's haunting I with his presence, and M’s mother before death.
I can’t seem to make sense of the prancing thoughts monopolizing my head. I am just very thankful for the girlfriends who have offered to get me drunk, and the several “my person”s I am blessed with.
Are you as disturbed as I am by the sheer dark and twisty-ness of this entry?
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