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Blah. Things with Jim have been hard. When we fight, his temper is just unbridled, and he says the worst things, calls me all kinds of names, belittles everything I say. And 2 hours later he wants to act like nothing happened. It is all such a farce. He also believes that once I am back in Michigan everything will be fine again. But it wasn't fine before, either. I don't know. I think it will all be fine some day.
I have been sorting through all my old stuff here, and finding the strangest things: phone numbers with no names, harshly graded essays, mementoes from friendships that went sour soon after. It is easier, after the years and miles, to let it all go. It's over.
There is this very awesome bookcase that lives at the foot of 'my' bed. My father built it, a long time ago, and it is probably 4 feet wide and 8 feet tall. And most of the shelves are the perfect height for old science fiction paperbacks. It is the perfect bookcase. Someday when I am old and prosperous I will have one just like it. So perfect.
I have been sorting through all my old stuff here, and finding the strangest things: phone numbers with no names, harshly graded essays, mementoes from friendships that went sour soon after. It is easier, after the years and miles, to let it all go. It's over.
There is this very awesome bookcase that lives at the foot of 'my' bed. My father built it, a long time ago, and it is probably 4 feet wide and 8 feet tall. And most of the shelves are the perfect height for old science fiction paperbacks. It is the perfect bookcase. Someday when I am old and prosperous I will have one just like it. So perfect.