missminda

Pete's been out of the house for a while. I came home last night & he wasn't here. I txted him this morning & rang him just to make sure he was alive cause I hadn't talked to him for 3 days. It's weird being in this house by myself. Kinda like I finally have room to think but I'm afraid to.

Still, I'm liking finally being alone.

I can start being me again... or at least I can try to start & see where I get.