i tell myself she's a bitter, hurting woman that lashes out...just like my grandmother; just like me.
laying her hold hershey; she grunts as i nuzzle her.
three month since i've talked with randy, and the longer it goes, the easier it's getting. all those times i called and he'd never answer. he said he left phone in the car or whatever. ...yeah, whatever.
my soul is stirring, things are beginning to mean something again. i care again