men & women move with different paces.
who would have known? oh well.
with the recent turn of events of generally everything, i am really at a loss of what to do/say/think. its not as bad as it sounds, but it is an avenue of worry. hope everything turns out fine. that is, with manipulation of course.
i think i might cry because of you, later on.
more awful truths await me, and i have no idea how to confront them.
before it hits 12 tonight, its still our thirteenth month.