Reaching

At Dr. B's (voice) again... done with school, and it is all so odd. To think that daily life can disintegrate that way (stolen pen) and I wonder why GoldenFinch never called me back. And it makes me worry and hate her all at the same time.

Anyway... things, of the past few months (weeks) seem to have all been erased, and I know, in my heart, that they never happened.

I am seeing my grandparents today. They just got back from Florida... Anyway, I hate the idea of leaving school, but for St. Petersburg which will change my name and make me cry. (Now everything I fought for is at stake.)

I hope that I get to go on the Circle Line tomorrow. Anyway, I don't really have anything to say, and that frightens me. (Clean, condition, shine with just three pads, he said in the infomercial)... Well I pause for the blank...

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Well, later later later... And in a Victorian beaded gown... Lamplight and X-Files and aged lace and an aching back. I will close myself into the soft cloth and comfort of this time...