Find the prompt here: @daily.prompt/mariannewests-freewrite-writing-prompt-day-2099-my-ex
My ex. My ex. I don't have an ex romantic partner. Ex friends? Yes, sort of. I had one that really felt like an ex. I felt like she broke up with me, but it was okay because I also felt like she never really got to know me for me, she just had an idea of who I was and when I didn't live up to her idea, she dumped me. That's how it felt, anyway. Maybe I could have been more clear with her about how I felt, could have told her I didn't think she really saw me or knew me, but I have a hard time with things like that. Does anyone really like confrontation? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm tired. I'm trying to be better about doing freewrites. Not getting enough sleep. It's hard to get to bed at the hour I need to get to bed by in order to get enough sleep between when I go to bed and when the child wakes me up. I wonder if the day will ever come again that I get to get up when I want to get up and not when I have to get up. Tired. Hands feel dry. Need lotion. I worry that I'm slouching too much and will be a hunched over old lady. There's a car outside, parking. White car. I see my pretty plants in the window. We're moving. I want to be moved without having to do the work of moving. I was going to look up what it would cost to hire movers for a local move for a day and I forgot. It's probably ridiculously expensive, like most things are if you're not doing the work yourself. But it would sure be nice to have movers move the stuff. I would really like to have movers move the stuff. Maybe that would end my packing block about packing all the stuff. Ooh, I just noticed you can see how many minutes and seconds remain of the timer open in another tab. Did it used to be like that?
