packing my suitcases

 I have been told to leave. As of today I’m homeless.

I’ve put all my pretty things away – I’ve put them in Brenda’s bench. A dead womans chest for a dead piece of happiness. More than fitting – proper.

Thank you to everyone who’s offered to share thier private spaces with a broken girl. It means a lot to have any sort of kindness right now. If anyone has space for more mundane things in their homes, I have a chair, a desk, a chest of drawers and a bookshelf that need somewhere to bunk as well. (As well as some not quite ordinary furniture for folk of my age, like a china cabinet). Or, if you’re the type – I have more than enough books to keep your company through the long hours.