so much

Little by little are we going to let go? F said it's better if we don't talk. I said okay. There's so much to be said in between. Today it was an umbrella rod. Ankle bruise only. I put ice. It might take a day or two to stop limping. It's so heavy, the price of leaving. I get very scared of knives now. She cried when I was cleaning her up. Very heavy. I cannot go to you if you prefer I didn't. I want to. I don't like it here. Sometimes I wish I were them, just so I could talk to you. But Goodnight I guess