Walk Over Me

A broken relationship is like shattered glass- you're left trying to figure out which of the pieces can be put back together, and why you broke the goddamn thing in the first place. I think the longer I stand there, staring at the pieces; re-shuffling and glueing, losing bits here and crushing other bits there, the more I just want to sort of sit down with every single piece in my hands, and just hold them there forever.

I am obviously doing very poorly right now. Some days are better than others, some days are terrible. I came home this weekend, and walked into a home filled with memories and knick knacks that I didn't have to deal with before, and its quickly turning things towards the ugly side. I also had to talk about the whole ordeal (at least, the generic bits, the gritty details are no one else's buisiness) to someone in-person for the first time, and it was like watching a tunnel narrow until everything turned dark. I'm told that things will get better. I guess I'll just wait for that to hurry up and happen.

Sorry for the misery. I'll post something kind, and smiley next time around. Pinky Promise.