Date Posted:07:54:20 06/20/04 Sun Author: Malia Subject: Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone.
She was heartsick, and had been in her bedroom for weeks now, curled up on the bed - she hadn't been out of the apartment in days. While other family politics continued to go on, she was stuck in a warp, and couldn't concentrate on much else other than the fact that her brother was gone.