1. Words.

    June 27, 2015  |  0 Comments

    It’s hard getting myself to sit down and talk about my transfer of the next post after the “4 Days”.. Only because so much happened in my 8 months of captivity that cannot come down to just words. I’ll do it this weekend when I’m free to sit and clearly think.

    I don’t feel like I’ve been really “free” at all the last couple of weeks. Although when I come down to it, there’s not much I can summarize to what exactly I have been doing. I’m working to close off debts I have with lower than minimum wage paychecks, and I go home. I haven’t even the energy to see my own friends except for One. I don’t know why. I love them so much, they’re the ones who stood by me through this whole ordeal when everyone else left me to rot inside spreading all kinds of shit throughout the world. Yes, the world. Because even my childhood friends whom I haven’t seen in years have heard my story. Well, the twisted story is what they know actually. Some people think I’m still locked up.
    It makes sense I guess, I barely use my twitter account, I barely use my instagram account, and I’ve never liked facebook so I don’t even have that. I used to be active. I used to go out all the time, laugh, and post things all the time. But the thing is, I’m not sad about who I am right now. I’m really not. I’m content. I feel like I need to cut off from the world for a while with this One person and just take a long vacation away from everything. I can’t believe I’m still not allowed to travel.. What a country.

    I have court on Tuesday. I’ve been subpoenaed by my ex. Yes. He expects me to go up there, in front of the judge and the 70 other people involved in the case, and defend him. He’s quite the character, I must say. Except I’m not going to do that, I’m going to do the exact opposite. And I’m a little nervous about it, I have to admit. *sigh*. I’m really tired of all this. I’m tired of telling my “friends” about when I have court or whatever because I feel like there’s no connection. What’s the point? Who cares? It’s not like they can do anything about it. I have to deal with this on my own. Don’t I? I feel like I should. I feel like this is just something I need to do on my own.

    Forgive the rambling. I woke up late today, and right now my mind is a blur.

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