YEAH OKAY WELL MAYBE SHE COULD JUST GO AWAY AGAIN BACK TO JORDAN OR LONDON OR WHEREVER I DON'T CARE.

GET IN THE SEA.

Yesterday a man came into our restaurant and asked, with a straight face, there's five of us having dinner and I'm paying for it all - do we get some kind of discount? I tell myself perhaps he hasn't ever been to a restaurant or exchanged money for food before in his life, and politely explain that it doesn't really work like that. He says, but it' ( Read more... )

You are the only one I get jealous about, even now. And I think it's because you always acted like I was... different. Like we were halves. Even though we were never really anything. And I hate the way your friends all love her, because she's perfect for you. With your tiny desserts on huge plates, and your law degrees, your weekends away. Because ( Read more... )

As I look back at old correspondence I am increasingly appalled by the way I let you treat me. I believed that because I had to fight for every affectionate gesture, every compliment was somehow more sincere, more valuable. What bullshit. You were incredibly manipulative. I'm ashamed I was ever that fucking dependent. Never again will someone make ( Read more... )

Kirsty's decided she'd going to Australia for a year. I didn't get mad at the time but I am, as time passes, getting angrier and angrier. I don't want to say anything now because, with her parents guilt-tripping her and her money troubles and having to leave Glasgow after graduation, I feel like I can't pile on - the poor girl can't sleep for panic ( Read more... )