silence

The previous girl was as benign as a kiss on the cheek compared to this wicked person who is probably in an exhausted respite from knocking on my door. I am a living, breathing moron. I didn’t think I could sink further, but yet I have. This time, however, it was not of my doing. I have mildly powerful thoughts functioning. My brain is again active. She cannot get in. Not even to sleep on the couch. Not this time. We know (not her.)