Hard Rain

I try to tell myself at night when the dusty old pictures are all out of sight that I think I will be alright.



I needed some quality catch up time. I never mind what we do, we always seem to find something to crack up about. I was so happy, walking around BCF and taking blurry photos and laughing about mostaches and bunk beds....

...and now suddenly I'm down. I don't know why. But I feel so fragile at the moment, like the smallest thing you say or do has the potential to just crush me into little pieces.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

Now I sound like you.