I has a green wall.
But just the one. It is step one in operation reclaim my apartment and love living in it again because do you really want to move to another apartment when you have one that is just fine? Also, I can’t bear to think of our plans to move out together into a home of our own. It wasn’t happening, but we did have plans and I did believe (at the time) that he was going to make good on all his promises to me, but that’s all gone in an instant. And for what? A romance that was over before it truly began? It seems that most of their “relationship” was arguing about his not leaving me and me not finding out in the first place. It all just churns your stomach thinking about it. 3 years, massive amounts of planning, love, respect, fun and familiarity, all just flushed, and for a girl that has been described as “too stupid to be called psycho.” Now we’re left empty, grasping at straws, dealing with “the rumor mill” that I didn’t even know existed.
Wow. I’m a downer. I’m harshing my own mellow with my new green wall. Mom helped me (thanks again mom, I owe you.) but so did Gnarly:
He held down the toolbox. Because I was worried about that, good thing he had it covered.
Work sucks ass, and no, I don’t want to talk about it because it reminds me of how much I hate my life right now.
