He was going to take a picture of me playing Bass but he had trouble with his camera so my right hand was kinda collapsed on the strings from waiting so long. No, I can't play bass. He tried to teach me some, but what little I learned I've forgotten. 
posted by TwistedNoggin at 9:17 PM
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He's an idiot for not wanting you anymore.
Thank you. Everybody likes something different, though, eh? And I have all these negative traits he can't stand(like introspection, sincerity, etc...). A shy writer/artist just doesn't fit in the world he wants to be in, I suppose. That's life, eh?
I had fun digging out old photos, but every time I came across a shot of him that feeling returned - that old feeling of wishing I'd died with my marriage. But then, I guess I did. My life is over. Completely.
So, now I just have to start a new one. And I am. This is my afterlife and it's up to me, to some extent, to make it a paradise or a hell. I'm trying. It's like I'm trying to give birth to myself. Sometimes I think the umbilacle chord must be wrapped around my throat, but I'll make it. I will because I have to.
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