simonwrites

I hate her for calling me. For talking about him. For not seeing the insincerity(sp) of talking about him. I told her not to call me. She said she cared about me. I told her if she cared she would be considerate of how I feel. Blick.
On other notes. I heard a girl sing today, she was great. Her voice was gritty and unrefined. SHe had compleate controll of the range and emotion in her voice. Yet still had a insecurity, searching, lost, wandering effect. I listened for an hour. she never stopped playing. every song linked to the next. I missed my bus twice. Then just like she walked up and opened her guitar case, she closed it and walked away. I was the only one there, the only one there for the whole hour. as she was closing her case I tried to give her a dollar, she only grinned and told me that today I needed a song, and that she was honored to play it. Then she walked away.
It was one of the most wonderful hours of my life. Made my shitty phone call seem not so bad.
yet, I hate her for calling.