HALF A GRAPEFRUIT
24. into reading, writing, language, love, seeing, painting, poetry, Sunday afternoons, lukewarm coffee and Scrabble.
I always seem to regret getting up at noon. Today, all I wanted was the fuck out of the house, but instead, I get to clean up after literally everyone because no one else is here and the landlord aka. M.’s dad is en route.
I am really starting to feel taken advantage of.
