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me: How’s work tonight?
him: pretty slow
him: what u doing up
[it’s 2:02 am on a Sunday]
me: Good question. I keep waking up.
me: Are we gonna still see each other or…?
him: Yah I have to you about that but don’t want to do it over text
me: ok, not a conversation I’m looking forward to but I get what you’re saying.
him: sorry I’ve been so distant
me: I’m good at reading the writing on the wall. Let’s just leave it at that for now.
[end transcript]
[end relationship]
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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June 30, 2010 at 7:22 pm
Bryan Borland
RIP – THE BOY.
July 1, 2010 at 6:06 pm
Val
Move over ML so I can sit on that couch with you and flip off the world while we both sob. 😦 Life is a fucker sometimes. Okay, most of the time.
July 1, 2010 at 7:36 pm
mediicatedlady
Yeah, Val, it is. I’ve been in a panic-manic state for a while & the tide’s turning but I’m trying not to let it damper me too much. I’ve withstood monsoons, surely I cab weather a sprinkle. Right?
All this fucking positive thinking I’ve been doing lately is starting to piss me off. 😉
July 2, 2010 at 12:05 pm
Jessie Carty
Further proof of thecdanger of the like button cause I like this as a poem but not the situation 😦 take care ML
July 18, 2010 at 2:59 pm
Hello!
i have the same thing but it’s sort of opposite-end for me.
i feel one day i might have to be the ‘distant’ one and go look for something better.
(check new poems to see what i mean).