I was floating on cloud nine when I jumped off the train and headed up the hill home. My latest new cd was on play - my perfect summer tracks. In the perfect mood to celebrate, have a few drinks and slope off home after dark. Something happened in the transition between food and tv. I became tired and restless. And now after enjoying a quiet night in relaxing I feel deflated.
After everything that's happened this week, my mind seems to have shut down parts of itself. And yet he still creeps into my mind unwanted. I don't miss him. Stopped loving him the minute I woke up to the truth. If I let it, the anger can flare inside, but I don't like to indulge in that. I gave The Other One a piece of advice yesterday and felt like I was talking to myself.
Don't let the past ruin the future.
I could have done with a drink with Buddy.
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