Saturday, December 04, 2004

The door is finally closed but I dont know if I locked it properly

Well. The reckoning is here and gone. The dreaded but unavoidable "getting your stuff back" ritual is done. It's such a sickening thing to have to do; I dont know why nobody came up with a better way of doing it. For example, someone can set up a store and the person who has to get his/her stuff back from their exes can register and the store can contact the ex with the list of things and pass them back for a small fee (I'll be the first to sign up). This way, everyone will be happy.

Well. I got my shit back, sans 1 item that couldn't be found. Damnit. There is some sort of closure now but I still have to go through the dread of "I'll call you when I find it." I dont want it back now (but it's a gift from a friend and I have to get it back). IT's a sick feeling in your stomach to realise that the past can just creep up when you least expect it and bite you in the arse. It's just so fuckign tiring. I'm not young anymore-I can't do this mind-fucking shit the way I could. I just want to fuck it all and move the fuck on.

But where to? I'm too.tired.to.think.

posted by Sharon K at 9:58 pm