How do you know when something run its course? How far do you scrape the bottom of that particular barrel in the hope that you find something, anything?
How do you separate the things said that hurt you from the things that are said in an attempt to salvage?
How can you make yourself care? When all you feel is that you are emotionally exhausted from putting on that face, that face you put on to other people you pretend everything fine?
I really can't give anymore. I don't think I have anything left. I'm like a dry brittle husk of a woman and if you hit me one last time, that little bit harder, I will shatter.
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Hmmmm. You will not shatter, and you will not break. You have nerves of steel my friend, and will survive anything. Sure, life isn't (hardly ever if truth be told) everything we would want, but it'll do. The alternative is not that appealing. Besides, could be worse. We are not, for instance, in the throes of a Zombie attack - which no doubt would be more exciting, but infinitely more hazardous. Chin up, chap. You'll get through. This isn't the attitude wot won the war, is it?
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