urbandruid | frustration

All 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.