you i’d be fed up. i’d really be sick of it. i guess that’s the difference between us.
i feel very unreal talking to you like this. i fee as if i’m talking to a wall. i wish you’d answer. i feel so alone.
all alone by the telephone. except that i can’t use the telephone. and if i could, who could i call?
oh god. it’s no joke. oh god oh god. how can i keep on living. 