Saturday, February 19, 2011

Day Ninety Eight

Today old men stared at me when I was trying on shoes and said that I was Cinderella. That was disturbing. That aside, my contacts are in and I have a massive ache in the head.

postscript.
he says he feels like he owes it to me to talk to me. I don't know if that's just his way of saying that he wants to talk to me... just as badly as I want to talk to him.

I am satisfied and yet, I feel bad because he shouldn't feel so pressured... he's a busy man, after all.

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