Saturday, July 28
I'm thinking of how mad I am but when I think of Tuesday night, of how you held me when I bawled my heart out & you hugged me & you were tender & you reassured me, I feel my heart melt a little. I must have looked hideous, with my eyes shut, & face screwed up, & nose running & mouth in a flat trembly line. & after that, I must have looked gross with red puffy eyes. But you still made me feel much better. I haven't cried like that in such a long time.