Where to start?

I guess this is what it feels like to grow up. Head aches and heart breaks and not cleaning the dishes for days. Living off fish fingers and ice cream and making lists, so many lists and never finishing them… Sleeping pills and sleeping late, sleeping cold and not sleeping at all. Hand-washing clothes in the sink, pinning up receipts on the board, hoarding junk and pushing things behind the mirror. Candle wax and incense, wine. More wine. Wine in cupboards and on shelves and in the boot of a pair of heels. A suicide and frantic buying, two stockings not one. Rings on hooks on photo frames, bridget jones, red lipstick, leather jackets and never, 


turning the light off.


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