Without Sanity

Tonight, to try to find some peace — I did a third coat of paint on the baseboards in the living room. The sooner, at least, one room is done – the better. I was finally able to hang one thing on the wall. I have mentioned before that I am made comfortable, and to feel at home, by covering the walls with memories that remind me why I am alive. Why I choose to be alive. The longer i go with bare walls, the worse off I am.

Tonight, I poured myself a glass of white merlot, painted, lit some candles and pretended like I wasn’t putting off homework in American Politics, which is, essentially, the last of my core studies. 

I feel at home here. I never felt quite right anywhere else. Married, the house I bought with my ex-husband— never quite felt like my home, always felt…

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