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I slept for a good eight hours last night and still feel exhausted. I feel like I could sleep for a week. Or a month. Or 544 days. Yeah. Crying wears me out.

I'm glad there are others to worry with me.

I'm glad I have some remembrances from him.

I'm glad I'll be spending a good few days with my family at Christmas.

I'm glad his family is sending him off with body armour.

I'm glad he'll miss me too.

I know he'll come back. I know that every day is one day less. I know he'll be careful and stay safe. I will pray for him--and with him--every night. But it's still going to be a little while before I go a day without crying.

Was bored. Stole this idea from a friend.

How well do you know me (not in the Biblical sense)?