The days turned into weeks and soon followed by months, everyone id come to love had given up hope on me 'pulling threw the hard times' had long faded. However today was not like most days today would be my monthly trip to the store to stock up on alcohol and saltine crackers, the diet that kept me under 55 kilograms a horrible image that id had been forced to upkeep in my bids to hold onto my former life in any means possible for as much as I've lied to herself im always going to want it back, all the bitterness within wasn't for him it was for myself for being so foolish and thick headed! Grabbing some clothes I headed for another cold shower to sober up, last thing I needed was to be arrested for public drunkenness... Again.
Once i was presentable well by my low standards i began the slow walk to the local supermarket. Dark glasses on my nose to shield the blinding sun, the hood of my sweatshirt on my head keeping myself hidden from the eyes of onlookers making their way down the busy Hollywood streets. The torn up red converse I wore didn't offer my sore feet much support on the long slow pace walk, slumping my shoulders projecting the vibes of 'don't touch me don't come near me or ill hurt you'. It always seemed to work seeing as no one gave me more than a disgusted glance thinking 'she's scum, just a regular 23 year old with no job and no life...' Whilst that was partly true I was not scum! that was for sure, tell me anything different your sure to get it
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Isnt life a bitch
Hayran KurguWhoever said life is a blessing is a fucking asshole, its nothing but hate wrapped in bitterness soaked in disappointment held together with a stings of lust and drugs, topped with a stylish bow of failure. That's all it will be, tell yourself anyth...
