06-14-04 - 11:49 p.m.
so here i am, struggling to escape the hold the codger has on my heart; a new town, a new state, a new man, but it's not enough distance; he can still reach me, touch me, hold me, make me cry, as i sit in the walmart parking lot before work, looking at a fucking photo of himself he sends arrogantly and thoughtlessly through the mail. now today, a package for my birthday, filled with gifts only a soulmate could choose. i hate him tonight, the fucking rat bastard, undermining everything i have tried to accomplish in one fucking trip to the post office.