It's Sunday again. I woke up with a headache surprisingly and made my way to the medicine cabinet. Three red tablets and a glass of ice water was a nice way to wake myself up this morning. The flowers in the vase on my table were wilting. They look so sad, I murmured to myself. They were dropping petals all around the crystal vase. I swept them up with my hand and threw them outside. No point in throwing them away if they belong with nature herself. I made myself some eggs and toast.
Well...
That's how my morning went anyway.
The night was quite dreadful as I found myself crying very heavily.
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To All The Things Never Said
RomanceTo all the things she never said, and all the things he misunderstood, their love can be read, in all the things that she wrote. And all the pain that she felt, and cried before she slept at night, it had all begun to melt, as the truth all came to...
