SO FUCKING HARD!!!
Portland. Bakery. Not giving a fuck and boys. Alegra, apartment, new start. All over again for yourself, not for him or anybody else. No fresh andrew. only fresh Charlotte.
He never wanted to do anything fun, like go to costume parties or other parties. He would go, then fall asleep. I would get mad because I would have to explain where he was all the time. asleep or working. one or the other, hardly ever with me. And if he was with me, it was like pulling teeth to get him to go in the first place. He didn't even take my to the hospital when I burned my hand. Now there's a big hole on the floor from the burning pot. I'm the one who set it on fire.
I have to turn the switch off. I have to turn my switch on. I should pack up my shit and get out. Pay rent, and Kaitlin to do my floors and the tub. Drop the mic. Outta here.
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