the non-sequitor/ part ii

[this_totem]

When I get home the remains of the scrambled eggs are left on the stove. Cold and the spatula’s still in the pan. Roasted potatoes in a Ziploc bag lie encased on a plate on the counter; they’re leftovers from the Sunday evening birthday party. I can’t say I’m not hurt that it’s come down to this: alone again, soon to be on my own forever

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[vert1go]

i want to talk to you some time

[vert1go]

i just reread that and i don't know what to say. i've recently just been telling everyone to read something you've written.