Dear evil ex-boyfriend,

You got out. NOW STAY OUT.

I hope you get herpes. Kindly fuck off and die.

<3 Sonni

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It doesn't feel any better here,
just different.

Still pain, still stress,
but of a different nature.

A different beast altogether.

I can't decide (determine?) which is the lesser of two evils,
but I want to go home.

Los Angeles is my home.

My life has lost its meaning.

So much sadness that I cannot even begin to express.
And I don't even know why it's there.

I guess that's life for you.

You learn to deal with it, you hang on to that will to live.

And you live.

Hangman

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” they say.
Of course, I say. Of course,
And distance closes in around my heart like a fraying noose:
At any point I could pull, rip, tear at the thing and free myself of its grasp,
It’s an old rope, you fool. It could snap anyway, so why bother?But I hold off and let destiny choose ( Read more... )

I may think about him daily,
But I don't miss him.

I miss hand-holding and gentleness,
I miss feeling something for anyone.

But I certainly don't miss him.

"Sleepless"

Distant ringings in my ears at night:

Air raid sirens. Dr. Who.

A train in the distance. Horn blares, fades in, fades out. There are no trains here...

Self-inflicted emotional torture.

Placing the blame on someone else doesn't mean I'm not still the one doing it.

Fears of emotional-->physical.

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