DAY 7.
I'm starting to read again.
Also, I'm trying to convince Dad to buy me an XBOX.
Patrick Wolf's wrists... Mmmmmm!
I still don't love it.
Some of the songs are strange, and others I didn't understand.
But while I'd expected it to be weird to listen to his music, I found a surprising comfort instead.
There was something nice about picturing him picking the songs for me so carefully,
hoping I'd be enlightened.
If nothing else, they proved we had been lovers, once.
