Thursday, November 20, 2008
I need to go back. I usually keep Ethiopia tucked away inside me, but I feel like I can't control the urge to go. Everything in my body wants me on a plane.
For me, but mostly, for her:
This afternoon I almost tossed the last of a loaf of bread, because it was old-ish, and possibly getting a little stale. Thier faces instantly flashed in my head and I felt so sick. What the hell has happened here?
Sometimes I don't think I deserve for one second to follow in her footsteps for this boy.
I'm sorry for the melodrama, but it's late and I can't sleep and I can't stop crying.
I had no idea.