May 20, 2012
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Sometimes, the pain is so much that you want to cut it out. It reaches to your hands. It must come from your veins. It would be so easy to let it flow away.
I came home today to a half empty house. Most of my things in boxes. No bed. He took his things when I was gone away for my cousin’s wedding. No, I did know it. I let him take what he wanted. Just take everything, anything you want. I don’t care.
I don’t have a place. I’ve given myself until Friday to decide on a place to live. Wherever it is.
I just spent almost $300 online shopping. It felt better as I clicked away but I doubt that 15 minutes was worth $300.
