Relapse: Confusion
To have chunks of your memories missing complementing your heart full of holes, doesn’t really help clear up the mess of the inside.
Something about Friday just wasn’t right.
It’s so easy to spiral out of control. I keep scaring myself. D told me to fight it. But what’s there to fight but air and wind.
My mummy just told me, “But you should never date a club boy. It never works out.”
