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Went to McDonald’s
The boy I liked was working
I dropped my sundae
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vella3 days ago in Psyche
Comments (3)
oooooh dear! at least it wan't a latte! love this!
Oh nooooo! Not the sundaeeee! Lol!
Oops. That would be bad. Lol.