January 1970
3 posts
I’m finally at a breaking point for no apparent reason. A perfect time for every single one of my friends to be out of town. Perfect, just perfect. As quoted in madeline, “something is not right.” I wish i knew what. I wish I knew the reason for being upset right now. It’s not ment to be unhappy. I wish I had that person to hug me and let me know with out words that...
I’m getting tired of coming second best to the telephone.
These tears are explosive.
