A catalogue of a neurotic masochistic middle-aged woman's sorrow, stupidity and self-indulgence. Why I do this to myself is the perennial question. Yes I must be a masochist.
Wednesday, 2 December 2015
Your Room
It's nice to see a glimpse of your old room.
I don't even remember why I have two pictures of your wristbands... the ones I gave you somehow didn't work did they. The malachite one broke.. maybe it was a premonition of our relationship...
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