December 14, 2011
The warm liquid crosses my tongue, an earthy bitterness of caffeinated broth, abortifacient in all it's glory. I look at him from across the room. You never were any better than the rest. You never were special. Your high opinion of yourself, your boring mannerisms...I was sick of you before I ever met you. All you are is shallow surface data... You're filler people. Just filler. Nothing more.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment