Saturday, July 14, 2012
I was looking down at a hang nail I had on my pinky finger, a nasty one. I had it for awhile and it would snag on whatever it brushed against. I was picking at it when I was sitting down and talking to you & you told me she looked through my phone when I left it at her house. What did she read? What does she know now? It made me feel awful in many different ways. It made me feel sick. I can only imagine her feelings. I looked down at my pinky and noticed I had completely ripped off the hangnail and it was replaced with a small pool of blood. Ouch. Fuck. but over with I guess.