Sat, Nov. 22nd, 2008, 10:40 am
Tue, Nov. 18th, 2008, 12:38 am
Local kids don't like us Ashbury lot. Unless it was just me. .private. I don't know what to do. My therapist tells me to make friends and connect with people but I'm so fucking scared all the time. I keep Jude's scarf at the end of the bed and I can't bring myself to touch it but I can't look away from it. I take one step forward and five back. I haven't been out of my room since the incident and I don't plan on doing so either. I thought I'd forget how it felt to be that scared, and all he did was take off his coat... Times like these I wish Clayton had left me. I haven't seen him around much this year. I wonder if no longer being roomates means our friendship is over. I'd regret it if it did. ./private. LA: Thank you for pancakes. I hope you're okay. Sun, Nov. 2nd, 2008, 06:00 pm
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