| Diary // Marlowe (Locked) |
[May. 30th, 2009|04:35 pm] |
I wrote a statement. I don't care if it's misspelled or doesn't make any sense; I wasn't going to ask Reed to look it over for me. I hope I don't have to go to the hearing. I hope it doesn't get read out. I'd just like-- would it really be so much to ask for Vic to have an attack of conscience and plead guilty so I don't have to go through this?
Reed is taking care of me, but I can see that he's thinking about it all. There's a giant elephant in the room that neither one of us wishes to acknowledge and I hate it for being there. I'm afraid he doesn't love me any more. I'm some damaged, useless cargo he just can't bring himself to toss overboard.
I hate all of this. |
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