he is gone! bastard! I am still here...
left me alone
drunken confessions of love and then thin air
I am done with it.
22 to 16 I expected it
I will get well! back to ballet... into something that I can get well in
green tea every day and the news every night. I will be okay
have to turn to stone. block emotion. getting in shape
I hope his eyes pop from his skull
I will make him want back what he can not have
going to give blood and swim with dolphins
keep busy
I have better things to put my mind on so why in the hell won't he get out?