its cold out. and its looked like it was going to rain all day. i keep waiting for you to respond.
i've been sitting in my pajamas since i woke up this morning. i made an effort to stop and listen.
i can't decide if the damp chill i feel is because of the weather, or if it's coming from me. i feel like i don't even know you. and worse yet, i don't even know me.
i spent most of the day reading. i managed to get up enough motivation to do laundry. i sit indian style on top of my bedspread. reading someone else's story makes me forget mine for a few minutes at a time. its not that mine is terrible, its just that i'm feeling disappointed. you seemed to have promised that we'd talk. that i'd hear you. that i'd know what's going on, but i sit here in my flannel pants and wait. and the ache and chill return. there have been too many days like this.