Won't, though.

Got half-way woken up by a phone call I'd expected to hear after 9-ish, ended up unable to get back to sleep.

Read diaries.

Waiting.

Not gonna fall for it this time.

You know how to get in touch.

Congratulations, world. Apparently I've finally managed to stop trusting, instead of just saying I should stop or I will stop.

No more trust.

No more faith.

Not even much in the way of hope.

I wish I'd said goodbye way back when... it might make it easier to stick to this now. Easy or not... yeah.

You know how to get ahold of me. I'll mail the book, just give me an address. That's it.

Funny how life changes things... gone from a confused femme who would give you the world on a platter if you sked for it to a stubborn, tired, still confused about some things but quite certain about this woman who isn't going to let her dreams ruin her life.

Not again, anyway.