Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Eight
The tree is still bare.
Not seeing what I want to see.
Of course she would send it to me. I almost laugh at her while I’m still on camera.
But she’s right; if we didn't have one another, what kind of life would this be?
It’s never a good visit when they are this kind of late.
I think he will have something useful to say.
Did I really leave my phone in the gym? That’s locked? For which I don’t have my keys? That kind of season.
Mirroring. Maybe they were mirroring.
I’m learning, too. I’m learning, too.
In-season insomnia.
