High Hopes

It's funny how how my mind works sometimes, the fantasies my head runs through while waiting are always joyus and fairytaleish, even though reality always proves otherwise. Wait, did I say funny, I meant sad.

So I had been anticipating an e-mail, basically the only contact I have left. I expected pleasantries and such, just nice small talk. Instead I get the division of community property in the form of snapshots of memories past. I really don't want to go through them for many reasons.

A) I don't want to relive
B) I don't want to see what was left from what was taken (probably just pictures of me felt)
C) I just don't wanna

Acceptance is a bitch. I just want to tuck them all away into a corner, which is what I'll probably do.

Oh well, onward and upward. I have so much other stuff to do.