It hurt.
The day before the incident, there was a little mini argument, but then all was resolved the next morning with my beloved friend.
But then, later that very same day, everything crumbled.
My friend had to stop talking to me. I had to, too.
Incredibly upset and torn, a promise of contact if the situation was solved.
But a part of me felt it might not happen.
And, my heart aches, and yearns.
I always looked forward to talking to her... but now she's gone.
I can't talk to her...
And, they said they'd figure it out. See if she truly is good..
But, then, came the notice, a threat of being homeless.
My rubbish was dumped onto them. Then, the threat of being evicted in ''three days'' had been dumped on top too.
Just calamity after another calamity.
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