Tinychat with Sharul and Nat before I went to bed.
I ended it and it ends up I - am being broken up here.
"You're the first girl I spoke to in the year 2011."
My room is empty - the only thing that hangs on my wall is a mirror and a poster of Torres.
An essential bed pushed up against wall, a table that only has my laptop and lamp (cluttered with bracelets and bits) resting on top of it. And in the corner is a cupboard, permanent.
Inside is a clutter of clothes, in another a clutter of books and board games.
Sigh.
I believe you can make comparisons yourselves - and I can't be bothered with clearing clutter because some way or another it flies back into my face.
And I wished I was a guy sometimes.
Don't give two shits about life,
love is a waste of time.
Cupid shot me in the eye.