Ten.Two Thousand & Fourteen
Horrible nightmares. 3:30 a.m. wake-up. Why do so many of my nightmares take place at Wake Forest?
But if I make the eggs, no one will eat them.
Are we there yet? Yet?!
This whole seating situation is ironic to me. Funny, even.
Double cheeseburger, lettuce wrap; add grilled onions, ketchup, mustard - yes, keep the secret spread - fries and a vanilla milkshake.
How it starts is how it finishes.
I tell her I just want to lay on the floor. She tells me that it’s okay. That these are the kinds of things that happen when you’re doing too much and you’re tired. These little mistakes will happen.
“You look tense,” he says. I am. I have been.
What will I do when these people are gone?
I made it.