and they say that alcoholics
are always alcoholics
even when they're dry as my lips for years
even when they're stranded
on a small desert island
with no place in two thousand miles to buy beer

and I wonder is he different?
is he different? has he changed what he's about?
or is he just a liar
with nothing to lie about?

am I headed for the same brick wall?
is there anything I can do
about anything at all?

Ani Difranco

I'm kind of like that about him, I guess.

Tonight is a lonely night. It sucks.

I miss Rob.

Love,
Beth

you can't leave me here
now that you're back, you better stay this time
'cause you say the coast is clear
but you say that all the time

And don't you feel today, too?



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