...from cotton candy happiness, sweet and lovey-dovey glow, sunshine and sun-kissed skin, warmth....from that feeling to the dank, dark depression that blankets and smothers.
And all because of a guy?
How the hell is a grrl suppose to make it in this world if every time she rides so high, some guy can tear her heart out? Or lady, I suppose, if that's your type.
This entire day was a mess. A sick, frustrating mess.
It's time for Fireball and pink champagne. Goodnight.
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