I drove past his house today. I don`t know what I was expecting. Obviously he wasn`t going to be there-he doesn`t live there. I think I really just wanted to go inside and visit his family. Instead I caught a split second glimpse of his mom sitting at the table and I went to a parking lot and cried. I`m steadily writing on all the bathroom stalls. I wish I could ask my parents to start me in therapy.
It's time to begin, isn't it?
12 years ago
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