Friday, April 06, 2018

Whack, Whack, Whack


My heart has been shattered. You tell each other stories and make plans for the future. We were to be old ladies going on endless adventures and not giving a damn what anyone thought or did. We imagined ourselves on benches, wearing sun hats and bright colours.

Fate is a son of a bitch. Now it's just me and I never even had a chance to say goodbye.

So I won't.