I am pretty depressed about life right now. I must be depressed. I’m sitting home on Friday night listening to Peter Allen music and dreading tomorrow. And I can’t write about it for fear of creating wreckage. I don’t feel especially well equipped to make very adult decisions, but those close to me tell me this situation would be tricky for even the most well equipped adult. I just want to do what is best for everyone. I want to make sure that the best possible outcome is reached.
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