Day of Destruction
Dear LiveJournal Readers,
I wish I could explain to you all the feelings I felt today with every ounce of vivid words as I can but I feel like sharing it with you will not only make it worse, but make me feel like my feelings are just layed out on some coffee table in the middle of a waiting room, ready for everyone to read when their bored.
Anyways, I wish that maybe things could be a little different. Is it in people...
Nevermind.
I'm talking to Doug on the phone.
It's making me cry.
Bye.
Love, Dena
I wish I could explain to you all the feelings I felt today with every ounce of vivid words as I can but I feel like sharing it with you will not only make it worse, but make me feel like my feelings are just layed out on some coffee table in the middle of a waiting room, ready for everyone to read when their bored.
Anyways, I wish that maybe things could be a little different. Is it in people...
Nevermind.
I'm talking to Doug on the phone.
It's making me cry.
Bye.
Love, Dena