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Looking over my shoulder at the road that follows
What once seemed to matter now dust at my feet
Memories whisper at the edge of perception
Silent reminders of a life incomplete
And all that remains
Are the scars to remind me
And all the lives I've thrown away
And all that remains
Are the bars that confine me
To a past I can't escape
Words that are unspoken are now reminders
Each second dies a silent death unmourned
I tried as a martyr to lead her, to guide her
Now I'm alone painted by the color of scorn
And all that remains
Are the scars to remind me
And all the lives I've thrown away
And all that remains
Are the bars that confine me
To a past I can't escape
Well, I've officially moved into my new place. Much larger than Bill and I's old place with a basement and everything for half the price. What disappointed me was the way Bill's family went about things during this last month. Here's a recap:
I called for the thirtieth time to tell them that they have to come and get their father and Bill's old stuff out of the basement because I am moving and just gave the landlady my 30 day notice. They say that's alright and they'll come soon. Two weeks go by, once more I call and tell them they only have about two weeks left before we move, they tell me that Kim (sister) and Rose (mother) are going to take care of it, they just don't know when. I politely remind them of the timetable and Karen (other sister) says that's alright. Another week rolls by without any word. I begin to become agitated and annoyed. I call once more (well, I have my sister call cause I was working) They declare they were coming out in two days, thankfully my day off and scheduled 'move everything the fuck outta my old place day'. I say GREAT! I'll help them out moving stuff if they need it. Saturday comes... no Kestners, no word, no call. Now I'm pissed. I move out my entire house in 45 minutes or so then do some cleaning of the old place. I get a call around 9 o'clock from Rose saying that they are now coming on Tuesday, two days before I have to be out mind you. I tell them I won't be home, however, that I'll leave the back door open for them. Tuesday comes around, I'm at work, then I start getting text messages from Kim demanding for me to give her things that I don't even have possession of anymore! Now let me get this straight... I store their shit for over a year with no complaints or questions asked... then you take forever to get back to me (and sometimes don't get back to me at all) then get all pissed when some of the stuff you left for over a year becomes lost or damaged? Fuck that. I haven't spoken to them since, and I don't think I'll speak to anyone but Karen from here on out. She's the only one who's been cordial to me throughout this.
Anyone know of any cheap therapists that can prescribe anti-depressants? I can't take this manic-depression crap anymore... I'm being serious here...
What once seemed to matter now dust at my feet
Memories whisper at the edge of perception
Silent reminders of a life incomplete
And all that remains
Are the scars to remind me
And all the lives I've thrown away
And all that remains
Are the bars that confine me
To a past I can't escape
Words that are unspoken are now reminders
Each second dies a silent death unmourned
I tried as a martyr to lead her, to guide her
Now I'm alone painted by the color of scorn
And all that remains
Are the scars to remind me
And all the lives I've thrown away
And all that remains
Are the bars that confine me
To a past I can't escape
Well, I've officially moved into my new place. Much larger than Bill and I's old place with a basement and everything for half the price. What disappointed me was the way Bill's family went about things during this last month. Here's a recap:
I called for the thirtieth time to tell them that they have to come and get their father and Bill's old stuff out of the basement because I am moving and just gave the landlady my 30 day notice. They say that's alright and they'll come soon. Two weeks go by, once more I call and tell them they only have about two weeks left before we move, they tell me that Kim (sister) and Rose (mother) are going to take care of it, they just don't know when. I politely remind them of the timetable and Karen (other sister) says that's alright. Another week rolls by without any word. I begin to become agitated and annoyed. I call once more (well, I have my sister call cause I was working) They declare they were coming out in two days, thankfully my day off and scheduled 'move everything the fuck outta my old place day'. I say GREAT! I'll help them out moving stuff if they need it. Saturday comes... no Kestners, no word, no call. Now I'm pissed. I move out my entire house in 45 minutes or so then do some cleaning of the old place. I get a call around 9 o'clock from Rose saying that they are now coming on Tuesday, two days before I have to be out mind you. I tell them I won't be home, however, that I'll leave the back door open for them. Tuesday comes around, I'm at work, then I start getting text messages from Kim demanding for me to give her things that I don't even have possession of anymore! Now let me get this straight... I store their shit for over a year with no complaints or questions asked... then you take forever to get back to me (and sometimes don't get back to me at all) then get all pissed when some of the stuff you left for over a year becomes lost or damaged? Fuck that. I haven't spoken to them since, and I don't think I'll speak to anyone but Karen from here on out. She's the only one who's been cordial to me throughout this.
Anyone know of any cheap therapists that can prescribe anti-depressants? I can't take this manic-depression crap anymore... I'm being serious here...