AFter February, nothing seemed to work, make sense or reason.

I went on a bender of senselessness--anger, love, all of it--

"Do you love me? Do you love me?" RAndy mocked me.

My hunting for Jack went too far.

AS if love would pull together the frays of my life.

AS if I found that one person who loved me, that would pull me to the shore.

I was talking to him the whole time, but couldn't see that. x.