Nothing matters anymore. Everything has lost meaning.
I'm back from a party. The oven clock shows 4am. I sip red wine in the kitchen and think about my life again. Somehow, it means even less than it meant in the morning.
In the morning I felt nothing anyway.
I remember last night’s dreams:
I see myself flying a small airplane with my ex-boyfriend. In circles. Repeating the journey over and over again.
My mother tells me off, a front of everyone, until I finally rebel and ask her to shut up.
Adam-the-Boss reveals I need to wait ten months…
2 comments:
Apropos of not a great deal, BbG...I sense you've found a nice, dark, slutty room here at P&P. Design creates the mood, I say.
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I love you too Wombat darling xxx
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