And Of Course There Is Always Joy

…surprised All Over Again At How Very Comforting Very Bad Food Can Be.

These Days The Nights And Mornings Have A Tendency To Bleed Into One Another.

Their Friendship Was Like A Wilted Bunch Of Flowers That She Insisted On Topping Up With Water. Why Not Let It Die Instead?

Maybe We've Grown Out Of Each Other.

Dexter, I Love You So Much. So, So Much, And I Probably Always Will. I Just Don't Like You Anymore. I'm Sorry.