Yeah, work was crap as usual. 

I put in my two weeks' notice. My boss was quite understanding, something I didn't really expect. 

Speaking of things I didn't really expect...

I suspect (well, confirmed, but I don't know to the extent) that Trish has found someone else.

Stung, a little.

But I've given it up. It is not my business, any longer. The night I told her I couldn't do it anymore was the night I gave her the right to do whatever she willed.

Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

I'm listening to Ruska in the uncomfortable warmth of my room, laying on the floor and typing this as I wait for class. 

It occurs to me I should do laundry.

This song is tragic.


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