The Ex and I spoke today – it wasn’t bad. Which itself is bad.
It’s Sunday according to the clock but the day was Saturday.
It’s been a weird couple of days but the weirdest thing is my ex called me at 8:27 this morning – the fact that I had only fallen asleep a couple of hours earlier (another story entirely) didn’t help matters.
Weirder still, we had a pleasant conversation. But I got off the phone with her after a bit because I could sense that I was feeling old feelings again and I’m not looking forward to being disappointed once again.
Well, that’s not entirely true. Think the real thing is that I know that the woman I loved so, is gone; this person looks and sounds like her, but it is not her. And like I said earlier, while I look and sound like me, “it is not I.”
And I’m sure it would all end up the same way.
Didn’t believe it before when people told me I would learn to love being free but I’m learning. Wish I knew what it was like to be free.
Told Blond Doctor that you can’t put the toothpaste back into the tube.
You really can’t.
Location: @9:00, doing a split in Fort Lee, NJ
Mood: Curious
Music: love but we’re not the same
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