

vig 1Shes in your Facebook profile picture, and suddenly, I dont want to be your friend anymore. I dont want to know who you are. who she is. the details of your life. But the urge still creeps behind my mind. Maybe shes a friendly sister, I lie. I had such hopes for you. You were my escape outlet from him. You were the one promising thing that could get me over him, that which I couldnt get over for two years. But life is too hard to work out that way. So of course it works out this way. I run. I run to purge. Purge everything which sickens me to my stomach and stains my hope. I purge when I feel lost and trapped. anvig 1
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