after much shitfullness, i finally collected the last of my things from sam's house...and now i feel strangely relieved... i thought i would be saddened by it..but nope..it's really a case of "thank fuck that is over".. and seeing her didn't affect me as much as i thought it was going to. before she got home...i was feeling quite nervous in my tummy...ut when i saw her scowling and being a grumpy cunt i thought "no fuckin way am i gonna let this get to me"...and i didn't...and i'm guessing she hates me even more for that..