my hands are dry from working and commuting. today was especially hard. it's like a race to avoid noticing how shitty it is outside... or inside my bank account. i haven't found exactly what i was looking for... it's not a full time job and it's not an ambition.
you know what sits? the fact that you never called. the identity theft is so similar and while we can replace it with diet or prayer, it doesn't help the level of involvement we both should express.
if you swore to cut me off a long time ago, then you've done nothing but damage.