i am home.
for the summer.
also, miserable.
not in love now, not anything now.
cold with disappointment, cold with my own inability to feel.
at least, we have a place to live in september.
even if, in september, everything is different.
i have three dates this week. with three different men. i am hoping this will help my cause.
even though i could give a damn if i saw any of these three again. i will try.
it's time for me to grow up.
and blow away?
i would certainly like to be far, far away from here.
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