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[ 11.11.2003 ]

 

hrmph
home alone, alone

We'll see when I start to write something not about S.S.S. That's how it is, being an amotional bird of prey. I haven't written my diary a single passage for weeks now. Maybe it too will change soon? Like my personal sentimental state.

Or then again, it might not. hrmph. blah-blah-blah-whimper-whimper-blah...

Latest new is I'm living alone - finally! Though it felt bad to move all her stuff out, I felt far worse to try to live on the heap of boxes and stuff scattered all around the room my quarters consist of. I felt I was suffering the worst parts of 1living as a single AND 2living in a bad relationship, while 3she produced a mess around my apartment she didn't help a lot cleaning off because she wasn't even living, eating or sleeping there! Like I said, feels bad, but it's easier not to have all that.
Doesn't feel too good to sleep alone, missing, but if I have to choose from that and sleeping with her belongings all around, I'll settle for the former choise. Readapting to the situation at hand. (No, it's not a gun, it's a situation) So now it's just me and blues home.

"With her belongings, without me, she's gone, baby baby why did you have to leave me"





You're telling me?

Mr EagleOwl [8:32 PM]