Cynthia
I’m not a puddle. I’m still here. I think. The only noise in the room is the wubber wubber of the needle slipping back and forth... Read More...
1. Cynthia
The radio pumps out the same old song. It makes me want to kill myself. Then again, everything makes me want to kill myself. ... Read More...
Pretty much every day in January may have been predictably yuck but the cold and rain have hardly bothered us at all. How can that be possi... Read More...
