Love of the Loveless.
Rat poison for dinner,
Pull the cord from the phone
(I am dining alone tonight)
It's thanksgiving morning. 7:23 AM.
Aaron picks me up soon.
I miss Michael. Last night was miserable.
I still can't eat. Not that thirsty.
I hate feeling so weird.
Now I get the whole "Sick to your stomach" deal.
I'm so lost.