I used to volunteer at the hospital before I fell in love and got lazy and stopped caring. The woman who regulated the volunteers would call every week to ask where I was and every week I told her I was sick. One day I changed my lie from, “I'm sick,” to “I've been bad.” It sounded like a hackneyed line from a shitty porno and so I followed it with, “It's personal.” I could hear the tone of concern in her voice and she told me sweetly to feel better.
I was three years old when the k-foundation burnt a million quid.
When our friend waits patiently for the boy to come back to her I think of two things. A damsel in distress waiting for her knight and a wife waiting for her soldier to return from the war. Only in this case, the boy is not out fighting foreigners or kicking dragon ass. He is outside smoking cigarettes. Also he is punk as fuck, which is probably why she waits for him.
The school year is almost over and I promise I'll start writing again more often. It was a rough year. Many things happened. Nothing mattered. As I said before I got lazy, but I promise now I have no excuse to be
We will still be funny, just a bit more worn down
I love you all