Camile
I"ve been wearing the same frayed pajamas for days, and they hang off my frame like a tattered flag. I am such a mess. It’s pathetic. It feels more like weeks than days have passed—months truthfully. I’m barely hanging on.
months I sit around tapping my fingers and peering out the window into the blackness. I’ve always hated winter, and on top of my usual hatred, I think I’m getting an ulcer. It’s the stress.
I’m mortified about what happened with Phil. I’m devastated that Steve has so clearly moved on and in a big and very public way. There was a full-page announcement of his engagement in the newspaper, and who even does that anymore?
I realized at precisely two in the morning that I have nothing. No boyfriend. No job. Nothing.
Nothing.Well, I have a weird cousin with an odd
