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I miss my girl.
I wish she was home.
:-(
I was just on the phone with her, and she was tired and had been carrying her life around in a suitcase all day (couch-crashing = free living space, but it also means that she doesn't have anywhere to store her stuff). She'd spent the last hour sitting in a stairwell above the place where her show is tonight, and still had another two to kill before she could go inside, get dressed, drop her bags off and do her prep.
I miss her so much, and I feel sick having been talking to her about how Brooklyn is going to be her new home in a couple of months (oh gods...) and I just... I want to be her shelter, and I can't be.
I'm really sad right now. :-(
I wish she was home.
:-(
I was just on the phone with her, and she was tired and had been carrying her life around in a suitcase all day (couch-crashing = free living space, but it also means that she doesn't have anywhere to store her stuff). She'd spent the last hour sitting in a stairwell above the place where her show is tonight, and still had another two to kill before she could go inside, get dressed, drop her bags off and do her prep.
I miss her so much, and I feel sick having been talking to her about how Brooklyn is going to be her new home in a couple of months (oh gods...) and I just... I want to be her shelter, and I can't be.
I'm really sad right now. :-(