two hundred

I am a good girl. So why is it so hard?
I am going to stop asking questions. And calling. And thinking. And waiting.
Can I go a week?

People's mothers have begun smiling when they hear my name. That's not one of the best signs - I've always been the person mothers like. So now what about me?
What about me?

Associations are all a lot less painful. That's a good thing? I don't care. And if he does not, then I will not. And that's that, so there.
I like that there and that and where and what all sound so delicious together.


TWO HUNDRED POSTS just here. I am seriously disturbed, um.
not fair, oh not fair. i'm here. and this is too much like old times. a good slap or two will fix that, yes? :)