I posted on here last month and no one responded . . . So I kinda feel like whats the point. But i guess its just whatever. I got out of the abusive relationship and now here I am, with three kids to take care of by myself and so many OBSTACLES. Its been almost two years since I SIed but here I am again . . . contemplating . . . ruminating . . . obesessing . . . figures right? Well how can someone just expect me to come out of an abusive relationship and not struggle . . . its whatever I guess. Either I will or I won’t but no one has to know either way. I’ll just hide it all again . . . I mean I always used to say it was the one thing that would never leave me. . . maybe it never did. Maybe it was just put on hold for awhile . . . yeah . . . we could say that. We as in me myself and I. Yeah . . we’re our own best friends us three. yup . . . all alone . . inside my head . . . just a little poem to finish with
Time doesn’t matter the way it once was. Pictures imperfectly hang just because. And the dirt on the window sill never gets clean. The walls full of holes smudged with stains in between. The laundry piles higher, the rugs tattered. I wonder if any of it even matters . . . .