Aug 19, 2007 23:01
We settle into our house and she asks me if I'm home, and I suppose so, but I mean no. Even with all my things, what was a vacancy still feels vacant to me. Immediately fall in and throw up my yellow walls, my stomach acid. And maybe this is just sickly thinking, but when I said I'd weep bitterly, this isn't what I thought it'd mean.