I can't hold it together anymore.
I tried my best and this is what came out. A big nothing that was over by 11:30. He left, again, and it was me looking down that looooong dirt road away from my house, along, waiting for some man to come back and love me.
I wonder how long it'll be before I recover from this one? A few years should suffice.
fuck...i've really fucked it up this time somehow...is it that terrible when I love someone? It really shouldn't be. But in the end I end up with a cut thumb and ....and i'm done, i'm just done.
8 cats sounds good to me.
