plasticmick

I'm left in what used to feel like a home. It felt like one more everyday. Now I hate being here. It smells of half truths.....like cigarettes in here hair and wine on her breath.
It souldn't have ended up this way. I don't know the whole story...
I hate being in this space again...didn't think it would happen again. I thought I paid my price in Karma. It's back again...
For one final death blow

p.s. good friends have gone grey...