Ex-Roommate...

She's the only one that scares me to death.  And I mean literally scare me.  My heart pounds as if I'm expecting a serial killer.  I can't wait till I'm gone, I'll never have to deal it her again.  Granted she robbed from me several things that I would like to get back, but there is no point... I'll never get them back from her.  Especially all the friends that she's turned on me...  She weaves this web of lies and makes you feel a sense of comfort, enough to warrant you to hang up your coat and stay awhile.

And I did, I hung up my coat.  I thought she was a great friend.  She accepted me for who I was, we enjoyed our time together.  Could play off of one another. But she was just digging the hole and I willingly kept stepping in one foot at a time.  Now she's buried me.

I literally feel sick to my stomach when I hear that front door open.  It pains me in so many ways... she tortures me...

Mentally the doubt is never gone.  Fear is corporeal.

Another Way to Play

If you've been wondering where I've been, no need to fear I am still on this earth.  Not that any of you have actually put anything close to a complete thought into where I could be.  But it's okay, I forgive you ^_^

Anyway... I've started another blog.  About a trip I'm taking, if you're interested, feel free to look.  I am only two posts in, there will be more, I'm sure of it.

This blog, I will write in it as I feel like it.

TTFN