Wanted to note this when it crossed back over my mind....
Yesterday / last evening.... one of the things M did was when I was in the house for a short time, she picked up a book she'd given me after she read it.
"Sometimes I Act Crazy" by the same authors as wrote, "I Hate You, Don't Leave Me"
anyay, she said "I looked through what you marked in here, and I noticed you marked a lot of stuff about depression."
"I'm not depressed. I'm just empty. That's different."
So she says.
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