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October 8, 2011
I suppose the most defining image of today was running. Running because at least I could pretend I was making things better. I wonder what people thought as I ran off into the night. You followed me. At least we got to speak. I speak easier in the night. You can't see my eyes. They give too much away.
I cried when I got in that car. Cried doesn't cover it.
A bottle that exploded after years and years. I broke down. Crying suited me. It made me feel normal. Like I didn't pretend.
But other than that. Twas good.