winner at a losing game
22 months ago
As the days drag by I become more comfortable in the cracker box palace. The walls are filling up with this and that and the cupboards have been arranged and rearranged twice.
Its a bit chilly as I refuse to pay for the comfort of heat,runs 59 to 60. Its going to be cold in here no matter what. Sometimes you just can’t pay for warmth.
I am not gaining any patience, because I am not trying to do anything but be depressed. I miss my home, I miss my bed and my pillows and my bathtub, plants, I miss my life and especially the person who was made me whole.
I am suppose to be patient and wait for him to figure this out. I am runnung out of time and patients. I am running out of me.
Poor me. Nobody can feel as sorry for me as…me.
