So I dropped off all of my ex's stuff at his house.
My parents followed me up in a funeral procession-like caravan as I made the journey up to Omaha in his car, which was jam-packed with shit that reminded me of us.
I wrote him one last journal entry in the journal of us I started keeping when I met him, and dropped it off in his house. I left my rings hidden in a random spot, just in case.
And then, after cleaning out my things from his house, I left.
After saying goodbye to the life I had planned on living, I got in my parents car, headed home.
Luckily, my parents love me and know that I commonly eat my feelings, so they aided my self healing by buying me a swiss cheese mushroom runza and giant bag of crinkle fries/frings.
I raped my mouth with delicious, crinkley, transfatty awesomeness, and proceeded to sob into my runza.
Tears drastically increase the already sky high sodium levels of fast food.
They also increase the amount of bloat that happens after consumption.
Sigh.
Here's to new beginnings.
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