classes at bridgewater state apartment in rhode island new job gas money christmas gift the children of your mistakes no more free rides bills to pay cold mornings lonely nights agony inbetween and someone left behind

"I'll still see you"



it doesn't seem real. the world is too crazy and I'm too old, anyway. I lied about my age. I'm twenty-five. No, twenty-four. I forget.


there's something in his voice that gives him away, I don't remember the pretense


ash @ 10:47 PM