I haven’t walked down this trail since August of last year. The sound of cicadas and the smell in the air brought back a flood of memories. I used to walk this trail almost every day. My mind was constantly going over things he said and I was trying to decipher it all. What a fucking waste of time and energy. I should have listened to his friend in April and then again in July. I could have saved myself a ton of heartache. I mean, I had the plan to end things in sept if nothing changed, but I should have just shut it down in July. Oh well, lesson learned.
So, I didn’t walk the whole 4 miles like I used to. I stopped about a mile in and sat on a bench. It’s was fucking hot and humid at 10am. I didn’t have the energy to finish. I have no energy lately, none since moving back. I want to cry most days but stop myself. Everything is gone and it’s even more apparent since moving back.
I miss my friends in Portland and I miss having my own place. I have no space of my own. If it wasn’t for Ben, I wouldn’t be here still. He’s the only thing that keeps me going right now.