Crazy can be interesting, too.


Late last night, I walked the streets of Capitol Hill literally talking to myself out loud.

“She doesn’t love you. She doesn’t love you. She never loved you. She’s not coming back.”

I said each one of those to myself out loud literally hundreds of times.

I needed to hear it.

Even the street people asking for spare change gave me one look and moved on.


Thankfully, I was finally able to have some peace and get a good night’s sleep.

I am slowly but surely coming to grips with the reality that I so want to deny.


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