crap like that

I don't have much to say anymore. Well, at least in this forum. I think I write better in the fictional sense. As in, there's some emotional distance. Or else, I come up with crap like this:

His truck was packed and I set his fish on my passenger seat, a tiny beta, blue and yellow, swimming circles rapidly in its tiny bowl. There was a hug, and it wasn’t enough; how many hugs had I made him endure simply on the walk to my car? “I’ll write.” “I’ll call.” “We’ll see each other soon.” Promises, promises.

I forced myself to drive home, Shirley Bassey’s voice drowning out my tears and I didn’t get out of my bed, until I knew his truck had left the state.

Regardless, if you'd like to continue to read crap like that, and other mindless things (yeah, I guess I'm not always overdramatic), email me. I probably won't update here anymore once I get all these past entries archived on my hard drive. However, I reserve the right to change my mind. I'm fickle like that.

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