I left home on bad terms yesterday
My mother’s face is haunting me. I hate it when she cries.
It happened so quickly that I only managed to get away with a backpack full of documents and my work bag. I only have the clothes on my back right now.
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Sometimes I play ukulele, sometimes I draw and most of the time I'm eating table water crackers with brie. Is that so wrong?
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
