Thursday

No more calls to squeeze the air out of you, yet you still can't breathe



On a nite like this, why do I still feel empty.

Woke up, felt like crap.
My head felt like a bunch of clown on clogs decided to do tap dancing.
I put on my ex favourite dress. Remembered how he screwed me in it in Sydney. Amazing times.
I put on the big electric belt that I just bought, and looked in the mirror. Yes, I said to myself. It is too short. But f**k it!
Rushed down the stairs, my mom was crying. Damn! Is this because of me? I can’t deal with this. My selfish thoughts rushed through me.

Another mind-numbing routine @ the office staring at the computer, thinking how did I get here.
I saw his note to me in February.
A cut and paste on Psychopath with my picture in it.
That’s all the effort I get. A cut and paste note.

Driving back, I started crying.
His face is in my head, and my heart hurts again.
I want him to know the truth, I don’t care anymore, I want to be happy.
Please, please, please, let him wake up and see the truth, I pleaded pathetically.

Quickie nap.
Woke up with her calls. She has a confession. I convinced myself. Must be the reason she called.
Put on Little Miss Bad green t-shirt with shorts. Time for HULK.
Got in his car, wait for him to shower. Damn, I just missed the advertisements.




I miss him again. The ache hurts.

After much of extreme with flaws CG of Mr. Green, head down to Mickey D’s
Stomping on my heels, I watched the game.

What more would a girl ask?
Tight white jerseys on the Portuguese hot body and oh those tight as*es.
I imagine watching a football game with him. Ouch.
I have to stop this.

Got home.
Asked him to drop me on the side of the street.
Ran in the house. Find a space
Continued watching the second half.
2 dead asleep warm bodied blood related monkeys were there.
The TV stared at them.
I talked a bit to my brother about the movies and game.
Then I head to sleep.

Another day ends.
In another week.
xoxo
Rollo Tomassi - on her daily day to day

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