1:23 pm
Thursday
People watching
There is a beautiful sitting at the next table talking about prom. Her eyes radiating happiness as she talks about dress shopping.
Across from her is another woman who I recognize. I think her name is also Willow. She has dyed black hair with splotches of red underneath. Funny how that works. I had the same hair style in eight grade.
1:26 pm
Thursday
I can't eat this
I need to leave for work.
I'm scared.
But the weather is beautiful.
So much fog that you need to turn your lights on as you drive.
1:27 pm
It doesn't get dark until 7:00 now.
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Repressed Memories
RandomSometimes the only way to cope is to get it all out. For me that is writing. A brief yet sometimes in-depth display of childhood memories. These are true events in my life. *I will warn readers before hand with this disclaimer: If you are triggered...
