I'm working 7 days a week, up to 12 hours a day. It doesn't drown out the fact that all I can seem to get are spare moments from him. shreds of companionship. table scraps, when I'm no puppy. I can't be satisfied with scraps. I need something real. I have someone real, but they can't give enough for me. I want to be number one. I remember the early
(
Read more... )