Friday, 27 November 2015
Life Fades Quickly
One minute you're up against the playground wall, breaktime at school, thinking "pick me, c'mon pick me" or "don't pick me, please don't pick me", the next you're going grey and pushing fifty. All those years you took from me, you can't give back to me. People say to me "well you must still have some happy memories?" Sure, but what the hell can I do with them? It's my own stupid fault. Like a lot of idiots, I thought there could be nothing worse than being alone. And then you become a stranger in your own home. And then you become uncomfortable in your own bones. And then you realise all the people you loved are no longer anyone you still know.