[ 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]