My boobs hurt really bad and seem to be filling my bra more than usual.
Nothing to say, work is okay...the rhyme was not intentional.
I feel wierd being here alone. I just don't like being alone. It reminds me of when I was living in Santa Cruz with my dad. It was always so quiet when I woke up and I was the only one there. I don't like this at all.
I could hear Dave talking this morning, but I was already too far into sleep to respond. The talking started to fade and what seemed like 2 seconds later I woke up and jumped out of his bed and looked around for him. He'd already left for work. It was shitty.