musings
relatives. family but not family. what would they think. what would they do. i'd bring down the family name. they'd be ashamed to talk mention me. black sheep black sheep black sheep. i'm sorry mom and dad. really, i am.
The alter. Will I ever get there? Walking down that aisle, all eyes focused on you. Eyes of approval? Eyes of happiness? Of joy? The journey to the alter. My god, how that's changed.