Isolated Blurt Thread

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Sooo frustrated. Ex went to get his stuff today; gets there and none of his things are in the storage unit where his ex-girl said they'd be. Plus, she changed the locks on the apartment. The good news: landlord is pissed and has put her on eviction list because of non-payment AND violating lease with the lock change. Bad news: he has to wait for ex-girl to show up and confront her about his stuff. Probable result: violence (by her), horrible behavior (by her) and police involvement. And no guarantees that he'll even get his stuff.
 
Roxanne Appleby said:
Shang is so bloody ethical he actually uses this thread almost exclusively for its intended purpose.

;)

*laugh*

Thanks, Roxanne. That really made me smile. Can I quote you as a character reference?
(Say "yes" and a lawyer will be calling you bright and early tomorrow morning.)
 
McKenna said:
Ik ben erg, erg moe.

Jy's nie die enigste een nie, my meisie. Moeg van nie slaap nie, maar ook moeg van wag en lewe sonder haar. Ek wens sy was hier, en ek is seker jy wens dieselfde van hom.

Een dag...
 
It's all Greek to me.
Sche goes tomorrow, hm?
ken
 
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I’ve reached the point where I only die every other day.

I should go to a movie. Read. Do something that makes me a better person instead of slowly falling into the blackhole of you. God. I hate this. I hate it, hate it, hate it. Pathetic. I’m stupidly and blindly needy and someone that is so different than who I would like to be. I think I will go away. And in going away give you the freedom to find what you need. But my secret hope is that you will find what you need is me. I drink too much. I mourn. I weep. Inside. Sometimes it bleeds over and I make excuses and apologies, but I suppose, I want you to know that you’re killing me. I would never want you to stay with me out of guilt, but I never want you to leave, so my desire, my want, takes over and I want to make you see me. Me. See me. See me and not find me less. I hate it. I hate that you forced your way into my world. I hate that I know I’m both better and worse for having known you. I hate that I wouldn’t change a moment. I hate that I would rather see a little bit of you than none at all. I hate that you told me you loved me. I hate that you don’t now. I hate that I want you to. I hate that you don’t. I hate who I’ve become. I hate who I would like to be. I choke on it. Sometimes it’s hard to swallow anything.

But I only die every other day.
 
You don't have to shovel the heat, you don't have to shovel the heat... (repeat as needed).
 
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