November 6, 2002
I don't want to go home. I don't want to work. I don't want to see that old man's face—not again.
Not his voice. Not his endless, cutting remarks. God, I'm so tired of it all. Huhuhu.
November 6, 2002
I don't want to go home. I don't want to work. I don't want to see that old man's face—not again.
Not his voice. Not his endless, cutting remarks. God, I'm so tired of it all. Huhuhu.