Its been one quick ride. Today makes it a month since s and i turned away from each other or rather he from me and i from me. It astonishes me that a month can pack in so much and mean so little. But i am doing well and am proud to say there is nothing that connects me to my past save moments when i panic and think of the dull sinking feeling that defines some moments of the night as i lie alone in bed.
It should have been tougher but it is not. In fact i sometime think i have been anaesthetised to the point where some part of me will always remain comatose.
And i am back to being my angry self. Part of me hating him and his ineffectuality.
Hatred is good. In measured portions it validates everything i feel.
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