I write to her because the photo was too much. She tells me that she has a week to move out. They got into an argument regarding the surround sound being too loud, he said his room is right above it and he couldn't hear it and she replied, "you were probably too busy fucking cheating on your girlfriend to hear it." And I like her more than she can possibly know for saying that. I feel a certain peace now that I didn't have before. I needed someone to do something that I felt I couldn't.
When I sang You Oughta Know, A. watched and told everyone that my singing brought him out of the kitchen. Maybe one day I will mean the line, "I'm happy for you."
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