Like I do
Work was frustrating today.
However, i did get to go to fred meyer with glenn tonight. I got some needed supplies.
I'm heading back to the house soon cause i'm so tired. To tired to even type right.
I slept only about 4 hours last night due to various issues. So i feel like the walking dead in more ways than one.
I miss him. I really do. And I still love him too. It was fun shopping with him in some weird ways tonight.
They had a really icky table at fred meyer for 70$ but I decided not to get it. It was really disgusting and cracked, and well just plain icky.
I hope to find tables soon so i can get to sewing and other things.
Added new things to the refrigerator... woo! Emptied 3-4 boxes this morning. Progress is being made, slightly. I think on my day off i will hang the pictures/art. I think then it will start looking like an apartment instead of a room of boxes and crap on the floor.
Did i mention how much i miss him. Ok the room is spinning..and shaking i think. I need sleep.
However, i did get to go to fred meyer with glenn tonight. I got some needed supplies.
I'm heading back to the house soon cause i'm so tired. To tired to even type right.
I slept only about 4 hours last night due to various issues. So i feel like the walking dead in more ways than one.
I miss him. I really do. And I still love him too. It was fun shopping with him in some weird ways tonight.
They had a really icky table at fred meyer for 70$ but I decided not to get it. It was really disgusting and cracked, and well just plain icky.
I hope to find tables soon so i can get to sewing and other things.
Added new things to the refrigerator... woo! Emptied 3-4 boxes this morning. Progress is being made, slightly. I think on my day off i will hang the pictures/art. I think then it will start looking like an apartment instead of a room of boxes and crap on the floor.
Did i mention how much i miss him. Ok the room is spinning..and shaking i think. I need sleep.
posted by B at 10:06 PM
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It's been a year and a half and I still miss Russell. I'd like to say "it gets easier"--and in some ways and on some days, it does. But even when I know it was for the best, even when I hate him, even when I'm angry, even when I know know neither of us is the same as we were when we first fell in love, even when I think about how much he hurt me, and didn't care--even after all that, I still miss him. I sometimes wonder if it's him I miss, or the idea of him, and what we had, just having someone.
It's times like these when I wish very much that you and I lived near each other. I hope you can come down and visit soon.
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