eddie rabbit would have committed suicide if he weren't already dead
Monday, Apr. 12, 2004
I�m pretty much thinking my b.f. hates me right about now. I spent the night listening to the rainwater leaking through the ceiling onto the bed where he usually lays. I got a bucket and then listened to the drop drop of water against plastic. Then I put a towel in there and cried myself to sleep listening to the emptiness of a rainy night. And then I heard the silence of too many things gone wrong.
Everything bad happens to me when it rains.
I don�t think saying you love someone is always enough. I do however wonder if he ever believes me.
