Sunday, 10.12:
Slept late, very late, till noon. Had awakened several times during the night from pain in my left hand. Read for a while; went back to sleep.
He’s in his room, doing it again, stupid enough to think I can’t hear or reckless enough to not care. I can’t decide which. Just as I was feeling closer to him again. I am so fucking dumb.
Reads in the Trees 