In my room on a Friday night
that is not bothering as I like to be alone
problem is that I’m sick & miserable.
I can’t concentrate.
I was so excited to hear from [her]
it only took a terrorist attack and the threat of death.

It would be nice to meet a girl who would treat me nicely, fairly, lovingly.
I’ll figure something out I suppose, or something will simply happen.

I always did want a partner in crime to share things with, not a scared mouse to try to convince to do things.
That would be nice.

Just broke off my key in the front door.
So that’s unfortunate.

-For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years