It was a week ago we spoke
short but positive, hinting at things.
I don’t expect much of a reply, if any.
Tired of the fantasy that can never hold up in real life
make it limited and more impersonal
every day is one day closer to that day (don’t waste them).
She’s still disorganized and has no idea what she’s doing with herself
she must deal with her demons
I must try not to be a mess and remain positive.
Tried to show her it’s not all that scary out there, but instead she sat on an L platform crying
we couldn’t ride in elevators
we couldn’t go on the train
I need to get out of here, see someone I know and make some money.
-For more in this series and the story behind, see 13 years