Blog - Twitter RP May 16, 2009

Things are still complicated. Sometimes I really do miss my old life where I just went to the shop everyday and hoped I’d get enough customers to keep the door open. The smell of the dust and clicking of all those clocks, it was my sanctuary and my prison.

I hurt Elle. I didn’t mean to, but she wanted more from me than I can give. I don’t know if I’ll ever be what she needs. Hell I don’t know if I’ll ever be what I need. Hopefully she understands where I’m coming from.

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