SHALL. NOT. BE. MOURNED.

I was walking her home today (not HER, mind you)... And she was all about her husband (which is away somewhere - business trip?), and how otheres that walked her home before wanted to come in, and how she had to say no all the times, and I was thinking: "What a hell am I doing with her".
Still I was there beside her all the way. Like some kind of gay friend.

Lord, I hate this feeling!




Sooooo, hate...