Cease Fire

Things with Chris are finally over. I finally feel like I can throw away anything that reminds me of him without a tear. Perhaps it was sitting in a police station that woke me up. I am not one to trash talk, but it seems funny that he thinks himself an angel when I remember clearly the violence and the threats that are still continuing. He doesn't want me to go to the village anymore with Nathan, or he threats violence. We aren't in gangs, and we aren't having turf wars, so I laugh. Just like I laughed through the punches and the lost scholarships and the pillow-near-death-suffocation and the threats of death and beating and animal instincts.
I feel so, so much better.
Elliott Smith feels healing, like once before, and everyone may think I am heartless or a bitch but I know the truth. You have to be a heartless bitch sometimes in life to get anywhere, and that's the truth. And I can assure you, you don't know the whole story or the missed school or work days nursing wounds or any of it. And yes, I know it shouldn't have taken me almost 4 years to leave, but live and learn.
No more drama! That's my hope.