450 words (2 minutes)
I fucking hate breakups.
You put your heart and soul into a relationship with someone, and in the end they betray your trust and leave you with a gaping wound in your chest. Every fucking time.
I'd just be better off giving up on love.
1148 words (6 minutes)
I get confused sometimes. I misremember instructions Miss gives me or get lost in the house or see things that aren't really there.
That's why right now I'm trying to sit still and enjoy my tea and studiously avoid looking outside the window at the shouting thing below.