i just don't feel like this is working anymore.
sad day.
it's not you, it's me.
dang straight it's you. my mind has been crying for the past three weeks about how i never listen, never seem to be trying to make this thing work out, and I've been trying to make it see. brought it flowers, a nice red bouquet of roses. Now it's lying to me, and leaving.
i just feel like we've grown apart.
if by growing you mean you've stabbed a wooden stake in my forehead, that's a fair assessment.
i'll call in a couple of weeks once i've found a place to live.
as if that makes it better that somehow my ability to reason has found a more stable home than me.
i think that maybe we should have gone to counseling.
you and me both. this was suggested months ago by my spinal chord (cord? maybe that's why it hates me, never could spell its name right), but we (mind and myself) were too busy drinking coffee and staring coldly at a table pretending everything was ok so that the extremities wouldn't notice.
take care of the toes for me
they always were your favorite. you liked those toes more than anything else in the world. don't know what you saw in them. maybe if you hadn't spent so much time on the toes, we could have worked this out. I could have started working out more. I realize that I've let myself go, but I eat because I'm depressed, and I'm depressed because I eat (and because you don't even have the time to tell me good night.).
i'll send a post card.
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