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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
les amis as stuff the students who live next door to me have done

Grantaire – tried to build a replica of the houses of parliament out of empty beer cans and laughed til they cried when it fell over (structural issues) “It’s symbolic!”

Jehan – wore leggings to graduation bc they didn’t like the cut of their suit trousers “Leggings are gender neutral, just ask Shakespeare.”

Bahorel – came round to get a parcel addressed to them that I’d signed for in their pyjamas “I heard the doorbell but I couldn’t answer because I was naked.” when I asked why they were naked “It’s Friday.”

Joly – leaned out of the 2nd floor bedroom window to throw a handful of condoms down to their friend stood in the street (I won’t repeat what they said)

Courfeyrac – ‘rescued’ (read: stole) my other neighbours dog when it got out. overheard making a 6 point argument for why they should keep the dog, despite barely being able to feed themselves

Combeferre – ran into a fellow student while leaving the house with a crate of energy drinks balanced on one shoulder and a bottle of vodka in their coat pocket. when asked where they were going? “The library.”

Bossuet – got really high and walked into the back door bc they thought it was open

Feuilly – set fire to a bunch of liberated UKIP signs in the back garden and roasted marshmallows over the flames

Marius - walked home one of the girls who lives in the house across the street then sat outside with her on the doorstep for hours talking despite it being below freezing (why did neither of them invite the other inside?? who knows)

Enjolras – overheard drunk under my window at 3am “Did you know about this? Did you know about the patriarchy? It’s a fucking disgrace man, what the fuck. We gotta, we gotta do something. Fuck. Fuck the patriarchy. Smash the- oh shit-” *falling over noises* “I’m fine the hedge broke my fall.”

Bonus Gavroche - spotted being carried along inside a wheelie bin by their friend to escape the rain

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.