Trash in the Wind: Attempts at Independence
I’ve got a kitchen full of takeout menus, a stack of paper towels, and a floor bed that might double as a camping mat. My life might be a mess, but it’s my mess.
I’ve got a kitchen full of takeout menus, a stack of paper towels, and a floor bed that might double as a camping mat. My life might be a mess, but it’s my mess.
The apartment is getting messier, my hygiene is slipping, and my meals are devolving into something out of a survival reality show.
Almost a week ago, my partner vanished, leaving our apartment empty and my life in chaos. Desperate for answers and comfort, I navigate through unanswered calls, messy rooms, and makeshift laundry solutions. This blog is my lifeline, documenting the madness and searching for a way to move forward.
My life has become a series of small battles against a void she left behind. The shock has only deepened, leaving me in a barren landscape of confusion and unanswered questions.
I came home today to find my partner of seven years gone—along with everything in the apartment. The couch, the TV, even Mr. Whiskers, our cat, have vanished. The once cozy home now feels like an empty shell, and I’m left wondering what I did to deserve this.