frustration
May. 28th, 2003 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidAll of that, and for nothing. Michael was there and gone before I got there, and I don't know that Will showed up at all. So I sat in the canteen by myself- that's always fun- waiting for Mom to finish donating, telling myself that I wasn't going to cry in public. I don't know if I'll ever see them again. And I hate that.
I think I hate the fact that I care, too. Because I'm trying to be hard, you know- trying to be tough. Like it doesn't hurt.
They said 6:30. I'm sure they said 6:30. And it was barely even 6:15 when we got there. Woman at the front desk said M was gone, that he'd hung around for a bit and left.
I felt stupid, trying to remember why I was there.
I think I hate the fact that I care, too. Because I'm trying to be hard, you know- trying to be tough. Like it doesn't hurt.
They said 6:30. I'm sure they said 6:30. And it was barely even 6:15 when we got there. Woman at the front desk said M was gone, that he'd hung around for a bit and left.
I felt stupid, trying to remember why I was there.
