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March 09, 2006 - 10:45 I woke up with a dread in my gut. It temporarily went away when it snowed heavily. I felt fucking great the day before last, and the day before that. I feel like I won't get comfort if I want it. I would like to see my mother. She sounds tired, but maybe not too tired for me. There is a young mormon girl's live journal that I read when I'm feeling this way.
She has no idea.
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