my ghost likes to travel

as it always happens, i found the best exit strategy about two hours after i left town. all i had to do was call up the bar where the x and the b's were, ask the bartender to have them look out the front window where i would be doing a very dramatic bow, and then leave. but of course, this came to me after i was already going through Chicago.

so.

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there is nothing left. empty shell. lobotomized. all i can focus on is the future, which is good.

but oh so very hard at times. nothing like clearing your own crap out of the bedroom and finding a pair of his boxers under the bed. or the fact that she's still hiding liquor under the kitchen sink. i should feel bad about this, broadcasting this to my audience of one (myself) but i put it here so i can remember just how fucked up it all really was and what i did to try and protect it. i go searching through tossed mail just to see if there's anything for me, but that really doesn't matter. all i can say is that i hope she doesn't waste it.

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seriously, though, fuck it all.