The City and The Boy

The City and The Boy

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Me and Alice were moving out. Away from parents. Away from drama. Most importantly moving away from exes. It's safe to say that we haven't had the best run of men. However it was going to change, I mean we moved out, we're ladies now. I'm ditching the smoking, the fake friends and the tacky clothing. Deleting my social medias and re starting them. I would have given up on social media all in all, but there were people I wanted to keep on touch, people from school, we still met up once every three months or so. It's nice we still have that contact and I guess I'm lucky it's so easy to get hold of them. I guess the main reason I'm giving up social media is because it just takes me away from a bitchy status put on by my ex or someone I once called my friend. So we were out, Alice and myself had good job offers in Bristol, we had money from previous experience and we were able to move out of a dead end village. I told myself I would change for the better. But for him. I changed back.
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