notes on the morning of January 3rd, 2021
Nobody wants to get up. The dogs, they lay here even after I’d made the move to get coffee. They’re watching the neighborhood through our bedroom window. Squirrel show, random traffic.
Rachel Pollon, telling it like it is, was, might be, she wishes
Nobody wants to get up. The dogs, they lay here even after I’d made the move to get coffee. They’re watching the neighborhood through our bedroom window. Squirrel show, random traffic.
I’m uncomfortable bringing this up. But I care about you, I want you to be happy, and I feel like I have to say my piece. Please hear me out and know if you do decide you’ve had enough, and want to leave your boyfriend, I’m here for you. I want the best for you, that’s all any of this is.