This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.
March 17, 2009
She wandered down the alley, seeking peace from the noisy crowd in the club. Her instinct was not to come and her unease was heightened when she saw Thomas walk in.
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