His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.
Henry James (1843-1916)
Dear Ashley,
I have no friends here. I'm pretty much alone. Tristen doesn't care if I'm here by myself all day, as long as he's enjoying himself. I am alone. Left by myself. His friends don't like me, he doesn't want to be around me. I came all the way across the world to be alone, I guess.
I have no job, no car, no Japanese license, I'm not supposed to leave the room during the day. Seriously, "Oh I don't want to go out on a Friday night." Well, it's Friday night and not only did you work until nine, you came home, showered and left. I hate myself. I wonder if he thinks it was a mistake for me to come here or if I am a mistake in general.
8.5.16
JG
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