I Feel Guilty...

Getting rid of so many things.

I got rid of the floor speakers I first heard opera on. The speakers I first heard Celtic music on.

I got rid of all my books; poetry, philosophy, fiction, non-fiction. All these little worlds in paper.

I got rid of so many clothes.

I threw out some of my old toys.

I feel sad, anxious, empty, guilty. I'm sad I'll never look at these items again and remember the fond memories I had with them.

I feel guilty over the things I never used and donated because I'd just never love myself enough to use them.

I feel broken, down-trodden, and empty, because I don't have my partner in my life to hold me through this.

I think that's the part that hurts most.

I miss her so much. I would've had everything done in a day for her, instead of taking a week.

We're supposed to be living together this year. Engaged.

Instead, I have roughly 6 bags that hold our memories.

Make plans and God cackles.