It’s just that… I really don’t know how to say what I want to say.
Talkin’ ’bout nothing in particular? It sounds like nothing or some nonsense but it did make sense for me. Somehow.
Stuff were brought out. Tears? Yeah. Thing is, I halted someone from continuing whatever she was talkin’ ’bout ’cause I didn’t wanna cry like hell.
This one got mentioned: something about hating death. (Deal with some grammar errors and typos. I’ve got my issues that time.)
Well, anyway, we went home past ten p.m. but I didn’t care about the time. I just don’t know why. We started talkin’ at about 7p.m. Whatever.
One more thing – we did not have supper.