I called you today. It was a total failure, I know. I had a plan, but then you answered and that kinda went out the window. I was a crying, blubbering idiot, speaking only in sentence fragments. I am not finished, but I got the most important thing out. I hung up before I do more damage, cried more and went into a crying coma. (Nap post-crying.)
Then I woke up and realized I didn't make anything better. I called Elizabeth. I talked to her. I told her everything. It made me feel better, sure. But nothing can substitute for you.
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Apparently, my voice goes up an octave.
Whatever.
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Back to biding my time.
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