a story in the space of a status update VII

the tabloids said he could have any girl he wanted, but in the space between each note he plucked on his guitar echoed the pain of knowing he could never have her.

a story in the space of a status update VI

after thirty days, you get so used to your living conditions you forget how you lived your life previously. but it has been more than thirty upon thirty upon thirty days, and i can't forget her or get used to the hole she has left in me.

a story in the space of a status update V

I'll never eat your shit again.

a story in the space of a status update IV

as you grow more beautiful, also further away from me.