o my. a blank box. what to do with it...Jenny's so sore. I can't figure out what's wrong with me. I went to Dougie's with the dad and it was just...odd. misplaced. erroneous. not right. It felt wrong. I felt bad. and guilty. I don't even know where the guilt came from. At some point toward the end, I started tearing and then I knew I'd probably end up bursting into tears (which came right after I swung that door open and walked out of there). My mom saw it coming so she let me go before anyone saw. Thank the lord for empty parking lots.
I'm over it. things are odd. off I go toard the perpetual solace of rachmaninoff.