Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The World Keeps Turning
Here I am, sitting at work, pretending to give a shit about all of this stuff that seems so unimportant. How is it that the world just keeps on going? I know that it is crucial that I keep moving so that I don't get "stuck" in all of this emotional shit. I don't want to lose the memories. i don't want to let go. I don't want to face the reality of moving on without him. I'm still wearing my dirty pyjamas and holding tight to his blanket because I can smell him. I can't face going back in to my cabin yet. I can't imagine a time when home will feel like home again. Spankee is everywhere, and this hurts and this is wonderful.