I am an idiot.
Of course I was making the right decision. It was the best decision I had ever made. I will
ever make. I am going to make?
Screw the grammar.
I gathered my things and paused to take one last look around the room. Its broken heating had sustained me through near bankruptcy. The lumpy pillows had supported me through my breakups from hell, and the carpet had survived three bouts of the flu, the last of which was the only time I ever contemplated suicide.
I traced my finger along the faded, horrible wallpaper that was the color of day-old
spaghetti, and I think I sighed.
This was the last time it would be just mine. Soon it would be ours…

…but I could reminisce later. It was time for a quick hair fix and then I would be on my
way. I dragged my Winnie-the-Pooh brush through my black, jaw length chop-of-a-mop and skipped out the door.
I then was forcibly reminded of my shoe choice and almost fell onto the radiator in the
hallway.
I swear.
Sometimes I felt life was trying to kill me.