I know you're tired of hearing about it. So much so that you've stopped reading. But I'm still living this strange life. Still caught in the whirlwind.
He called this morning. I'm buying plane tickets.
I've been reading a lot to soothe my feeling of loneliness that comes with suffering uncommon troubles. At least it feels uncommon, because few women will confess.
I wish I could be in two places at once. I want to tear myself in two.
My friend just called. We're going to go make art now, so I'll have to whine later.
Kisses.
11:19 a.m. - 2007-04-20