Time to move on my dear…
Journal Entry | 5 months ago
I am going to leave you. Right here, in this spot. I gave you my first love,… Well kinda. Not really… I mean, there was a little,….. Shit. That wasn’t love,… According to this book, I’m reading,… Well,….shit. It isn’t even a book,….. It’s an old magazine. 

I folded it in half long ago. Placed it underneath the short leg of my old dining room chair. In my desperate attempts to pretend. It didn’t require repair. Well, I spent so many months pretending, a simple repair has now graduated to broken. Anyways, tangent over that 

I just found it….. That magazine  

Before I leave, leave you right here in this spot…. 

I thought I’d try to clean up, or marginally disrupt the disaster in here. 

Well,

I’d at least clean up after myself…. I digress,… Anyway, I was taking my huge sack of stupid garbage, and that sad old broken chair to the overflowing, godforsaken dumpster in your living room.

Earlier, When determining what constituted garbage. I decided Everything, all of it. Everything that adorned your marks fingerprints and hypnotic smell. That garbage found its new, better-suited home, in that godforsaken dumpster. 

All of it, except for the one thing that kept me as balanced as it was capable. I kept the magazine, I’ll find a use for that… 

Just in case I ever think smile or think fondly of you and your torture, or think you were a Master. I can smack myself upside the head, and remember….. Masters don’t break ribs. Master’s don’t do what you did. 

The only thing I’m keeping is this magazine. I’m taking my submission back, 

I’m taking my magazine and my submission.
This time I’ll be sure to shut the door extra tight, lock the deadbolt and throw away the key. 

You, unfortunately, are not my biggest mistake. But hold the seed in the top two.

Turn the page…