Friday, April 20, 2012

So Drained

It hurts to think.

Her name was Madeleine.  She talked for hours.  She asked so many questions.  She just asked and asked and asked, and I could tell she had good intentions because she wanted to study what was wrong with me and Gatsby and our mother but it just hurts so much.

But I answered her questions and I made her promise not to bother me again.

It just hurts so much.  I know I keep saying that but it's true.  There isn't anything as painful as this, not for me.  Not as much as remembering her.

I need a drink.  I just need to drink and lie down and try to put all of this behind me.

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