An ending fitting for the start
You twist and tore our love apart
Your light fingers through the dark
That shattered the lamp and into the darkness cast us
--- The Libertines, "Can't Stand Me Now"
Working on two take-home tests and studying for two finals. Didn't go to the TriviaBar and no contact with Spooky, except a text from her that she wants her photos back. She's nuts; there's never any middle ground with her; either total adoration or we're utterly finished. And me, I'm not even sure how I feel about the whole thing. If this is it and we are over for real this time, am I sad? Resentful at being somehow "used"? Relieved I don't have to deal with the drama anymore? Optimistically cynical ("oh, well, at least we had a good run")? I honestly don't know.
I'll have to introspect a bit after all this studying is over. ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΑΥΤΟΝ, I always say.
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