lord have mercy
I am operating as me, smiling and saying Hello. Why Hello.
How was your weekend?
Mine? Uh, it was okay.
Did you dress up?
No.
Did you go out?
No.
are you disappointed that things didn't work out with you and him?
yes, I am. very. it hurts too.
Happy Belated Halloween. Happy November.
I finally said ouch and he said I cannot do this. And I said Fine cause it hurts anyways.
Feels like a fig tree growing roots in my stomach and trying to branch out of the back of my throat.
Copyright by Rachel Drews, 2011. All rights reserved. Any excerpts reproduced from this article should include links to the original.
No comments:
Post a Comment