Dear Seth,
I am emotionally and physically drained. This past day has almost been too much. Mom got the official diagnoses. She now takes a little pink pill every morning. It breaks my heart to see a once viberant woman reduced to this. It's not fucking fair.
The reason I am up at all is because I am coming to San Francisco for one day. God I wish you were there when I arrive early Saturday morning. I will be staying in Burlingame yet again. It is going to feel nice having some warmth on my face.
I hope you are fairing better than myself.
p.s. I love you
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