My thoughts, random and intended, infused with musical spirits and emotional tones... My rantings and ramblings that might provoke moments of pondering...
If I could choose would it be this?
I don't want him, but how to end it?
I don't see it ever improving.
I see that he thinks of me as a babysitter that's free.
That used to have sex with him.
I'm not happy.
I wish I could talk with my mother.
