''At sunrise, I found two dead roses taped to my door, along with a cat scratched note that turned out to be the strangulation that life had been planning for me. It was truly a mess unlike her usual charming proposals that I would find waiting for me after work. Concrete and neon was more my scent than hers. I always thought that the incomprehensibility of her goodbye had to count for something in my favor. The note basically said that we are too much alike and people like us weren’t met to feel that good. I made her panic.''
i don't know where to begin with sorting myself out.
however i do know that there is a plus to being awake and that is reading.
ahhh
Emily Mae
It's good when you finally stop pretending.