My previous post was about telling the Russian to fuck off. It was supposed to be the true beginning of the end of the Russian.
And yet, here I was an hour ago, bawling my eyes out after watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind because it reminded me of him, of us, of everything that…..everything that I still want.
Was there a trigger for all this? Yes. New Year’s Eve brought some old ghosts along with it.