I don’t wanna write about that.

I want to go home and hide in my room. I could get so much done if I didn't have so much homework. I could work on my weyr [Incredibly complex project at tracking imaginary statistical history of an Anne McCaffrey inspired world]. I could go to the bank. I'm so tired these days. Overloaded with homework, not doing all the chores I should at home. Certainly not getting enough sleep. What are they doing up there? They are banging things around all over. What class is that? I'm going to talk to [boyfriend of the moment] tonight. We should start to write each other: it would be a great dealer cheaper than phone calls.

    I'm worried about his operation tomorrow. I hope he isn't in too much pain over the weekend. I'd like to send him flowers, maybe Jinx [my mum] can deliver them during her lunch break or on her way home. I would like to send him flowers and cookies and loving letters to tide him over until next weekend. I don't want him to be alone and hurting. I feel so helpless, like I can't do anything to make it easier for him. I'll buy stamps this afternoon and write him letters every day or every other day. Hopefully he will write me too. I think he will.

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Dinah from Kabalor

Author. Discardian. GM. Current project: creating an inclusive indie fantasy ttrpg https://www.patreon.com/kabalor

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