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A Person, A Poem, Promises Remembered

9/15/2023

Today I woke up on the couch. All lights were off. I had breakfast even though there wasn't much in the fridge

(and they never buy

any new food)

I walked past the coffee table. The dollie is still draped over with clutter on top (a mess as usual). And I went out alone, for a walk in the woods.

The hill is quiet. Peaceful.

Been going there a lot lately.

Heard something

Footsteps made by someone who doesn't exist.

(he's always watching he won't leave me ALONE even at church

feels like I'm being watched by countless eyes always judging never satisfied)

It feels like there's a piece missing that's hard to place.

Dad hasn't called since last spring. Mom hasn't called at all.

Money is running out. I feel sick. My roommate doesn't say anything even though they know I can't work.

Unblocked her but she might still be mad.

(i miss having friends. everyday i miss you so much. the memories won't stop. it's so screwed up that you're gone and there's

nothing

i

can do about it)

Might go to another service this weekend.

. .

Today I woke up on the couch. All lights were off. I had breakfast even though there wasn't much in the fridge. It was good. My breakfast is is is is