I was peaceful, you know, laying on my floor, stretching my back out. Work was painful today.
He called me and I just looked at my phone for a while before I answered. This is the second time this has happened lately.
"Are you sure you didn't mean to call someone else?" I asked jokingly. I always know the right things to say to him.

See, the truth is, I'm taking the necessary steps to move on. To forget.

It's up to me to finish this book, it's up to me to pay my bills, get to work on time, take care of my rabbits, my car, myself.

fuck.
I'm drunk.