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I feel like I am moving in a slow motion. Like I am moving in slow motion and everybody around me is moving so fast. I just wanna go back to when things were normal. When I was not the poor girl with her dead lover. But I am. So I can not. And I am just stuck because there is so much pressure. And everybody is hovering around me, waiting for me to do something. Or say something, or flip out, or yell and cry some more. And I would be happy to play my part. I would be happy to say the lines and do whatever it is that I am supposed to be doing if it will make everyone feel more comfortable with it. But I do not know how to do this. I do not know how to be this person. And I do not even know who this person is.