Today’s entry is a random piece about confusion, desires and the need for answers. Or maybe it’s just a meaningless impromptu. Which is which? I don’t really know. I don’t even remember writing it… or do I? I hope you have a good weekend. Until tomorrow.
“Tell me the truth,” Scott begged. “What exactly did you do to me?”
“What if you don’t like the truth?” Theresa retorted.
“Then tell me beautiful lies I can believe in.”
“I thought I was already doing that…” she smirked.
“Try harder, please.”
“Okay. We’re not really having this conversation.”
You didn’t read this either.