Maybe some regrets.

*sigh*  I don’t fucking know any more.  I’m sitting up here folding weeklies and i still haven’t stopped thinking about Tosha.  It’s been 6 days now and at least once a day i think about what i have done.  I’m scared she’ll call and ask whats up or why i haven’t left a paper on her door in days.  But i get the feeling now that she knows what has happened, and maybe she’ll never call.  Maybe she’ll just move on, and so will I…

I feel like fucking crying whenever i even think that.  I keep wanting to say that this isn’t fair but i’m so tired of that.  I know life isn’t fair.  I know…

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