~ Abi ~
I'm still so f*****g pissed. I thought getting out, seeing a friend who I'd originally thought had written me off, would help take my mind off that horrible scene from this morning. And it did, for small moments. Jose's pointy goatee, for example, took my mind off Carl's episode for about twenty seconds. Then his urban European photos, blown up in all their architectural glory, probably distracted me for another fifteen seconds each, though a few actually reminded me of Carl, or at least, his cold, sterile, sky-castle at the heart of downtown. And then I'm mad again.
How dare he? When you're mine? Well, I'm not his, at least not in the property sense that he seemed to indicate. Is this a new protective-possessiveness since I lost my memory, or was he always like this? If his l
