Thursday, April 23, 2020

almost lover

This is torture. This whole situation is absolute torture. Dear Universe, you and I both know this is not what I signed up for. I was pretty clear about my parameters, and I even made a list. Ha, a list! What part of that list was not clear for you? Why do you always do this to me? And I ask you why, you don't even give me an answer.

I'm sick of this. I'm sick of all these reruns. I am so done. When I get home, that'll be the last straw. And I think it's high time to finally do what I'd always been planning to all alone. Time to go to the final destination.

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