Went to the coffee shop to a) get out of the apartment and b) write some things down regarding the regrouping plan. It was good to see some things in writing. At this point I honestly don't really care all that much, but I need to keep moving. Sitting here only makes me more sad.
Emotional rambling to follow ... My heart ... hurts. That would be an understatement. When you grab a fist full of lawn and pull, there get this ripping sound. As I was sitting there listening to my W tell me it's over I had that sound in my head only much much louder. It's random, I know.
I'm off to call my landlord and to find some boxes for the packing.
