I'm really tired. And sore, and lonely. I don't have any idea what's going to happen next. Love would be good but it's nowhere to be found. And I'm tired of looking for it.
All I can do now is heal my ankle as best I can. Be able to put weight on it and eventually walk.
Life here at the apartment with the Uber driver is empty. We just put up with each other, there is no friendship.
All I can do is try to heal and not fall.
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