Pale pink.

[t_way]

I think my story here is done. At least for now. There's just nothing left to say and write, and I'm finished reiterating the same tired points. It's just over. And I'm still waiting. And I'll be waiting all the way until the end of the month, when the weather isn't so bad and the room isn't so goddamn stifling. So, I'll write again, but only when I have something new and pretty to say.

Love.