The Day The Earth Stood Still
It’s the end of the world outside, and I’m feeling along those lines inside as well.
I cancelled my flight tomorrow to the UK. I no longer have a good reason to freeze my ass off. Seems Satan has a flare for the dramatics.
Breakups are like funerals; They grow on you.
I’d be lying if I said that somewhere inside, amongst the morbid sadness and melancholy there isn’t a tad bit of relief as well.
This relationship has been a rollercoaster ride from hell, and I don’t know that I’m built to deal with these kinds of emotions. I’m not sure I’d rather die alone, but I definately need some more practice.
Neil Gaiman posted a poem that fits my mood on Spiderwords entitled The Day The Saucers Came. It’s nice, you should check it out.
I’ve figured out what I’m going to do with this place. In the near future I’ll be regurgitating some essays I’ve written in the past, until I get my act together enough to write some new content.
I’m thinking one piece a day or two, seems decent enough.
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breakups suck but on the otherhand, they also give you free time and the option to look for a better bargain in the meat market we call singledom. also, heart squishidness reminds you that you have a heart, or feelings, which is easy to forget between having lunch and reading and driving places and remembering to use deodorant. suddenly you are like ‘oh, lunch, what does it all mean?!’, or ‘deodorant…for who?’.
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Quite true.
Thanks.