Kisses with teeth, claws with black glitter, a furious wolf in my guts.
Sunday, 12 January 2014
Crack
Meili and I spoke on Skype. It's the first time I've heard his voice in months.
He said that, had he hooked up with his previous housemate, he'd never have moved back to Australia.
So I told him I was tired and wanted to go and said goodbye and hung up.
Why do I throw away guys who are nothing but good to me and let shitty bastards consistently make me feel one inch tall and ninety feet wide? You'd have thought being on different continents in different hemispheres might take away his power. Silly me.
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