tears are medicine.

he was never right for me, nor was he ever going to be! i accept that he got me through the toughest times with helpful pointers and check ins during my childhood, but that's all it was. just his stuff he dumped onto me other than that. i am glad to be moving on. today, writer's group was yet another quiz! i got the most out of all as usual, and then it was just chatting mostly apart from last week's hwk. then i got fobbed off about the upper mill trip next tuesday, and the wrong form given! but ah well, i may just not go in on monday at all. give that place a break, and maybe even the writer's cos i want to try the community garden (weather dependent.) i am moving on in all sorts of ways, yet the poetry workshop is on tomorrow and i'm nervous and excited. i hope it goes calmly and smoothly and i get something from it.