I think I keep returning here when my life is in a state of disarray. Starting over shouldn't scare me anymore but I can't help but feel a little sick to my stomach. I haven't slept at home for a week. He still hasn't reached out. So I guess I need to find a new home. I mentioned Calgary a million years ago and now it's time to take that seriously. It's been calling me for years now.
As much as I'd like to say a big fuck you to him, there's a part of me that just wants to be held by him. Although the list of reminders on my phone are kind of helping.


















