So Jill moves out tomorrow, or at least her body does, her stuff and her cats remain here for another week and then she collects them Me, I am tipping into a bottle of scotch that I might just drink all of tonight... I feel sad, weak, angry, lonely and more than anything else, tired. I hurt inside
iamkrys:
Scotch is my poison as well, though I don't reccomend the drinking of bottles without a friend there to help you finish it off. Sorry to hear you're feeling down. I ran into a friend of yours tonight - kelly, I believe - she sends her love.