WHAT THIS IS REAL
Also, I'm staying up and watching my boyfriend breathe (ie snore) because that's how sick Steve was when he went to bed. When I write it down it looks just as neurotic as it sounded in my head, but I'm going to keep it because it's the truth.
And if I am anything, it is compulsively truthful.
FIN. 2:13 a.m., Tuesday, Mar. 30, 2010