I’m about to blow my top, but I can’t do it anywhere but here. If I hear “I want the old you back” one more time, I am going to lose my ****. No one gets it. No one. That person is GONE. There is no getting her back. I have handled my brother’s suicide with great dignity (I think), but everyone here knows there’s a limit and I’m there. I can’t even explain why I am so irrationally angry about it. I suppose it’s a reasonable thing for people to want, I guess, but it’s not possible or...

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