Monday, January 27, 2003
Marcelle is drained. Too drained emotionally, too drained physically, too drained mentally, to so much as try and come up with a decent post this time. It feels as though his world is falling apart on him already, and it's just so bloody difficult to cope... how Marcelle wishes he can do something, but his happiness right now can only come from one person, and what she has to say. Other than that, nothing can change his sentiments right now.