Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

I try again, though to be fair I didn't phone her first. I wracked my mind for someone who would be able to handle how I felt, yet found no one in my memory. There are people who would have, but the could was lacking. Broken and shattered is not what I will do to my friends and very few could have handled how I was.

The second call went as badly as the first, the remains of my computer chair are testament to that. I was already out my door and on my way to her house to strangle her with my bare hands before I stopped myself. I turned around and had trouble with my door my hands were shaking so much.

The third granted me what I needed. It is the peak of how much this whole situation had hurt me, managing to tear through the progress I had made and more than once I fell into fits of spasms under the torment of it. Luckily, spasming so hard I start to bleed is a thing of the distant past, and I am thankful.

What I needed was full understanding, and I have it now. The tiny little piece of fundamental incompatability is revealed, and the thing that is us is finally seen. She hurts. I now understand why she couldn't eat that day, what I had been missing. I hurt, pages upon pages have already been written about that. Neither is fair, but both are true.

Now, I'm going to try and sleep. I find it terribly amusing that in the same 24 hours I will have had homicidal urges towards someone that I will cordially watch a film with.

All my habits told me to keep this to myself, but what's a story without an end? Even one as badly written as this one.