Thursday26
It's the feeling of being one, the feeling of having that support, that meaning. Where we can lie together and just bask in one another.
He's trying to tell me he's sorry, and I might have believed him if this were the first time. Why am I still here? What am I getting out of this other than heartache and a spare tire from all the ice cream? He shouldn't be worth it. I haven't felt worthy in a while. Fine, tonight I'm going to do.
Should I do it? Am I gonna do it? Yeah, why not? I mean, the colour looks close enough. It's more gray than blue, and gray is closer to black isn't it? Goddamn it. This is so stressful. Why can't my fricken printer just print in black like a normal person?
I swerved the car to avoid the smear of animal in the road. I don't know what it was, maybe a porcupine, maybe whatever's left of a fox. Either way, I can't risk running over it or it'll pop one of my tires.