it all starts at the beginning - Death, love, and fat.

03:12 pm - Death, love, and fat.

A. calls me telling me she's going to be late,
because V's mom died, and she's in denial and avoiding.
What the fuck would someone ever do if their mom died?

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He and I got into our first fight, 5-6 months down the road.
I think that's pretty good.
We're talking about moving in together,
because i'm basically living there
and paying for my apt that i'm never at.

He's gotten fat, and i've gained weight,
but apparently that's a sign of
love and happiness.
I just don't want to lose my job.
I'm hanging at strings, gently.