![]() ![]() I’m not sure what compels me to open this one. It’s mostly junk, as per usual-until I get to the last piece: another letter from my dad. Even if she’d text me to tell me she hates my fucking guts, at least it’d be something.ĭespite the fact that I miss her like hell, I just want to know she’s okay.ĭragging myself out of bed Monday morning, I get cleaned up and head down to the coffee shop on the corner to grab a drink and a bite to eat, and on my way back, I check the mail. I won’t say I don’t deserve it, but I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. It’s almost like I’m broken-like that butterfly Madden caught as a child and set free. For the rest of the day it comes in waves-one minute I feel everything. ![]()
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