Well I wigged out.
sitting here, not much more to do than clear out my place, find spots for my junk, and stare at a wall.
I got obsessed. I felt like I needed an answer, like this shit would eat me alive if i never knew.
so i called her mother. the mom was polite but stern, she told me that Dawn "thought she knew what she wanted, but doesnt. she just wants to be alone."
i said ok thanks bye.
then an angry voicemail from her dad. I wrote her a letter telling her off, and telling her that i am leaving NY anyway, and that I'm done with this crap, and that she is basically a rotten person.
yesterday got a call from a cop, telling me an official complaint was filed. I told him im done anyway, and this is just pointless, but ok no problem.
shit fuck piss
