i hate admitting that i miss him.
i miss him like i would miss an arm or leg.

i have a lot to consider over the next few months.
i cried a lot today.

i hope tomorrow is better.

i think ive forgotten how to write.
type, eat, think, breathe.

its messy and tragic.
i just keep reading shit i wrote years ago and wishing i had that kind of clarity.

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i rearranged my living room. it looks and feels so much better.

but my room is still a mess and my bed still unmade. so ill still be sleeping on the couch. its easier than explaining to my self-indulgent side why im sleeping alone these days.

i think hate life.
but i think its getting better.

i feel like more and more things are becoming real.

life is a reality now and not just a distant moment on the horizon im trying to catch up to.

i still want to run away. to any where.
but in the mean time. i feel like im holding on the something.
something real.

i cant write honestly about it. but its pouring out of me.

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things are good. im doing well. i love my job. i work hard. i pay bills. i see people. i buy drinks. i laugh. i enjoy ( Read more... )