645.

And so she kept from herself her most secret thoughts.

644.

But she couldn't.

643.

And she thought, if I could only clean my desk, I think I can get out of this funk.

642.

pimple. shit. shit. shit. shit.

641.

bored. stressed. miserable. stuck. frustrated.

640.

Actually, no matter what you say or do not say, it wouldn't have tainted my impression one bit. I'm sorry to read this, but I wish you the best.

639.

It seemed as if those five long years were just a temporary balm, and the wound was still as fresh.

638.

Well, why not sad? :)

637.

1:40am.

636.

The door closed, soft and resolute.