My insides are boiling. My skin feels hot, and too tight. My face feels swollen and heavy.

"You need to take more risks," my best friend tells me. "You need to give them more time, and go on more first dates. You need to be patient."

How can I, how can I, when the ending feels like this.

My heart races. My tongue feels like it's choking me. My eyes burn.

How do people handle it. How to people handle the rejection. I'm thirty eight, and I feel like a goddamned child.

With each new surge of despair, I concentrate on cutting it down. Hack it off, like weeds. No mercy. Hack away until there's no more emotion left. Just a cool grey wall of stone.

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Rosie

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