Maybe I was wrong. That worked while I was in the boutique. Then I realized I had nowhere to wear it. Reading some details in his file, notes that the woman who s away had made during an interview, nearly made me cry. I had to fight the impulse again.
People are really, really fucked up.
So I m bleeding. So I cut myself and there s blood dripping down my leg. There are far, far worse things to concern yourself with.