there's a light on in chicago and it's time i go back home.
hah i'm at work.
i think things are really over with no hope of getting better.
one thing i've learned: gut feelings are 90% right.
i'm not as bad as i thought i'd be. i'm sad, yes. devastated when i found out. however, i think that now, things are going to start looking up.
i'm going to go back home to chicago. i miss it too much to stay away. i'll walk those streets alone and love every minute of it. i'll go to school, live in dorms, be poor as all hell, but i'll be home. chicago is home, and i refuse to give up my original territory i claimed long before you did. millenium park: mine. michigan ave: mine. giordano's: MINE all mine. grant park: mine. the L: mine all mine all mine. all areas including in the chicagoland area: totally mine.
claimed. :)
life goes on whether we want it to or not. everything will work out for the best. it sucks now, but i know that i'll be better than fine soon. and when i am, he won't be there to enjoy it, which was his choice.
i was patient, and i loved as hard as i could. what i am to him isn't what he wants or needs, and that's okay. i'll be happy again, and he will too. he'll find someone (but i'm pretty sure he did months ago) and be ecstatic. someone will find me. when he finds me after all the bullshit, crying, misery, and hopelessness, i'll be able to enjoy that love with more devotion, more feeling, more everything.
someone will go the whole wide world to find out where i'm hiding. :)
time for medicare claim-ing.