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She's gone. I feel like all my energy has been spent on trying to keep myself from falling apart for the last few days. Trying not to get shattered by the fact that she didn't want any more time alone with me before she left. If she really thought this was going to make things easier... well, she was very wrong. At least as far as I'm concerned. I actually took a deep breath of relief when she finally walked off through the check-in gates at the airport. Depression is better than anxiety. I'm not masochistic enough to enjoy it, by the way, but at least it doesn't keep you from falling asleep for a couple nights in a row...