Barnes’ Books - The End
After getting not exactly nice anon messages about what I’ve written (and I’m the first to admit it’s not great), I haven’t exactly felt like writing, and I feel like i should apologise that I have. I don’t exactlyhave great self-confidence anyway, so I’m sorry for being a loser.
This isn’t exactly brilliant, AND it’s too long, so I’m sorry. But here it is anyway.
And thank you people who’ve sent me nice messages, I’m going to try and reply to them all tonight, or as many as I can xxx
Waking up with a hangover is never fun. Waking up with a hangover on the couch, the morning sun burning your eyes, is less fun. Waking up hungover on a couch to the sound of the cat licking leftover takeaway from a plate, really not fun at all. But waking up, hungover, sun in your eyes, neck stiff, to the memory that the person you’ve fallen for is marrying someone else – someone they don’t love – and that there’s nothing you can do about it? That’s the worst.