Well, I suppose I should tell you what happened now that things have settled a bit.
Someone stole every penny I ever made. Six figures. Gone. I have 11.62 to my fine name.
But I think I'll be ok. I'll survive.
It's what I do.
I was thinking about the curly-haired girl recently. I haven't seen her in a month or so and I don't think I will.
But I thought about a conversation we had the last time I saw her.
It all seems so unreal. Unfortunately, it's all true.
Music: feeling lonely I had a life to give many dreams to live