Apr 06, 2009 16:03
I keep seeing women who are crying. It's like it was in winter when I kept seeing blind people everywhere I went.
I never did figure out if it meant anything or not. Maybe it all does in perspective.
I remember this one time my financial aide got messed up for spring term 05 at RCC. I got so distraught that I started to cry on my walk home. And this sweet girl my age asked me what was wrong and if I needed anything. I choked out that everything was ok and I crossed the street and called my mom to come and get even though we only lived a 10 minute walk away.
The woman who was crying on the bus just got off by forcing the back doors open. I looked into the Albertson's car park to see this guy take off running and she chased him. The plot of meaning thickens.