Letting Things Out
July 12th is coming. It’d have been our sixth anniversary. As it is, it just means it’s been nearly three years since she left. Getting closer and closer to being hurt longer than I’ve been in the relationship.
I’m just stuck on that now, have been since last week, but I supposedly have work to do these days so I have to let it out early. Not that I see any chance of not crashing completely two days from now, but maybe I’ll manage to get something done until then. Dad again, of course, but at least this time I don’t mind since it’s something I would have done anyway since I meant to post something on the topic tomorrow. Just wish it’d have been any other time, but others have picked the date a long time ago.
On another note, the summer has been surprisingly nice so far. Not too hot, some wind and rain, occasional brief storms… I like storms. It’s so sad that most people run away from Nature instead of embracing it.
I’m thinking of the cats a lot too. Miss them… Blacky as well, wonder if she’s still alive. Considering what Andra said about her condition when we talked and that it’s been several months since then, I guess the right thing would be to hope she isn’t, so she won’t be suffering anymore.
Just bruised my knuckles punching the door. At least I’m alone right now. I’m alone and all I’m doing is sitting here, listening to depressing songs and writing this. When I wrote that it’s been several months since me and Andra talked I just had to do that. Not that it helps with anything. There was a time when turning some of it into physical pain made it a little more bearable for a little while, but I guess that’s over too.
