24 March 2011

The Boy

Boy it's hard to let the Boy go. He's out. It's past midnight. I have no idea what to do. ugh.  He's supposed to call when he's on his way home in a couple of hours. ugh. Way harder than I thought.  But I shall persevere. Even if I don't want to.  Groan. I just hate this so much.

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