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oh, man. everything.
i've never liked a girl named ashley so much in my entire life. she is sunshine and little floppy fisherman hats and curly wigs and thick rimmed glasses and funny faces. i sold her coffee one day and i think we must have fallen in love again from some past life because this girl is crazylike and she takes beautiful photographs and writes all she knows in big thick journals, and i think i've maybe found my place in this big empty town again.
i'm still living in the country with the cockroaches and hairballs, stepping on a nonexistent floor to get to the bed. i love him, he's my soul, but i'm not happy anymore living in that house. he gets angry and regrets it and comes back and apologizes; he's about to lose his mom to the asshole that tried his hardest to ruin our lives, she's going to marry him now, and it's making him crazy, he doesn't want to hurt me.
we had sex this evening in the woods, pine needles making harsh prints on our bending knees, mosquitos biting our thighs but we don't care.
i'm still a little drunk and i have to go back to work in two hours, back to long uncomfortable glances from divorced truckers. but she'll be visiting me around three, on time as always.