Finally arrived in Bozeman. Sitting at an abandonded rail terminal along the tracks drinking beer.

In an effort to not want someone I can’t have, I’m actively reminding myself that L chose to remove me from her life without any interest in keeping the good things I have to offer. This was shorter in my head. That is, I wasn’t valuable enough to try. Bullshit rationalization probably doesn’t really help, but I should probably let myself believe in it.

So moving on, using being left as a reason to move on, despite my feelings.

Talking to D, she really liked my comment about my heart disagreeing and “being all hearty”.

It smells like burned down buildings here. It’s a disturbing smell.