closure and respite

A gaggle of hoes on Easter Sunday that I sorely miss.

Last night as I was standing outside the H&M in spiked Litas and a worn-out olive military parka, I was mostly thinking "Whywhywhy are you doing this, you stupid hoe! Have you learned nothing!?" It was fine though.
We were friends that worked out whatever needed working out without fighting.
In a reference my friend Lindsay will understand, the spell has lifted.
I could not be happier or more optimistic about my situation right now. It sort of feels like I have nothing. I'm really starting over.
I said goodbye to him this morning and got on the train back to Denver to say goodbye to another dear friend. When they get back in two months, things will be better.
In the meantime this scary bitch is gonna work hard, lay off the substances and food, and work on my wardrobe. You know, important things. I have nothing but love and hope for my friends, near and far.

Oh yeah, my nails are sick.

 -elfa.