Last night, I slept alone and kicked all the blankets onto the floor. When I got up, I looked in the mirror and my face was so unfamiliar. I made tea, sat at the table, and realized the space I live in isn't my own. Some days I really wonder how the fuck this happened. 
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_aeryn_:
It's because you need to move back to the states. Like now.
legman:
"This is not my beautiful house! this is not my beautiful wife!" 