Mad. paranoid. implicated. innocent.
Forehead and chest feel the pressure–
just as I was getting ready to deal with student loans
and other ever-present reminders that life is borrowed.
How dare anyone consider me, or another to be less than?
How dare game players pick humans for easy targets?
What a pity they are caught up in their game.
I need to pity them and not myself.
I don’t know how I’m going to get my mind back to business.
I have to eat. I was so optimistic till about an hour ago.
All I want is the strength and the feeling of good health back that I felt for little more than a day.
How much honor does a woman deserve? Honor is in the eye of the beholder, isn’t it.
“We’ll see how it goes,” he says. I took it as a veiled insult.
I love him. Wanna do right. He has plenty of great things going for him. I do not ask much.
Well, no progress made, and empty belly–might as well stand up.