monroe

Today was the first time I've turned my computer on in a week. I'm scared to see how many unread items I have in my Google Reader. It's hard to accept that life keeps going on, despite everything falling to pieces like Patsy Cline.

My heart is breaking, for the millionth time. You'd think it would start to hurt less after all the times we've been through this, but it doesn't. The other day I was in the shower crying so hard that my dog came running and sat there howling a little wolf howl until I opened the shower door and he could see that I was ok. Uggggh. It's all so goddamn senseless. I just want the person I love back. I wish I was an exorcist.

But hey- like Beyonce, I'm a survivor. Or I'm trying to be, anyway.

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