The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Wednesday, 11 April 2018
There's nothing like invidia to shake yourself from out your skin. To take your heart right out, shred it to pieces and stuff it in the bin. Every moment without you is an agony within, it's as if I'm separated from myself like the head of Ann Boleyn. And I'm tortured all the time by the predicament I'm in, trapped like a rat inside a maze that I'll never truly win.