I have a quiz at 12:40. Chapel is in 30 minutes, but I'm not going. Have to finish my homework and study for the test.
My throat is really sore, the sickness is finally on me.
You don't realize how much your comments cut do you? You don't realize how deep they bite? It's not like I have difficulty remembering what I've done or what I've said, but you make sure I remember. Is that fair? Maybe it's what I deserve. Makes me want to walk away, head hung low, feeling like death.
It just adds to my increasingly ever-present confusion. You mask your emotions as you speak, the tone is so flat, your expression is too. I'm lost.
Happy for the most part.
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