i was downtown rocky this weekend and it was so quiet.
like eerie quiet. the kind of still, lonely quiet you would hear if you were alone in a forest.
and it was sooooo nice.
it was perfect really. like snow falling, small home town familiarity.
anyway.
my fingers hurt so bad. i braided my hair this weekend. ugh. painful.
dad left today for trinidad. i'm stuck with roachelle.
