You asked me to go And I did Not because I wanted To meet your stupid friends And not because I need To make friends of my own You asked me to go And I wanted… What did I want? To please you? To shut you up? To show I cared? If I figure itContinue reading “Complicated”
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Kombucha
“I see you like kombucha.” “It is very good for you. Helps you lose weight.” My eyes rolled involuntarily. I’m not going to get all impressed because you notice I’m overweight. It’s not like no one has ever noticed before. I start to walk again but I feel a surprisingly strong grip on my wrist.Continue reading “Kombucha”