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the cut finger 18 June 2008 - 15:08 I felt the tears stream down my face and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't stop them from coming, so I just sat and clutched the phone to my ear and listened to the Dud hypothesize about my relationship problems with 'Ama. She's probably right. Thing is, I felt slightly baffled, not sad, nor angry at all. No reason to cry. Just frusterated, perhaps, because another day has gone by and yet Mak still ain't fixed. My fault, my fault. Mom will bitch when she gets home. Which will be soon.I need to go shower. |