The Bottom of the Hamper

Recently, I hurt someone I consider a very good friend.

I wish it hadn’t happened. I hate hurting people.

I didn’t really sleep much last night, and today I look something like a sock that’s been stuck to the bottom of the hamper.

I sometimes think my life would be better if it contained less reality. Or less of me being horrible.

Happy Saturday, everyone.

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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