I can picture myself later on... at a party or a get together maybe, slightly high, mostly giggling, entertaining, playing to the crowds. And mimicking accents, conversations, expectations, pretenses of being nice and caring and trying hard to keep up.
Just not right now. Right now, the wound is too raw for it to get peeled off without a care and pretend that it was just a minor incident which didn't really matter.
Eligible boy says it will get over. We hope it gets over fast. Like really fast. And we can finally move on in life.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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