since i have lived alone consistency has become a marriage, a comfort, because having to make decisions makes me want to kick and scream
and i hate change the way i hate love
i remember when david broke my favourite chair. it had been decided it was ugly but i loved it. i used to sit under the lamp and read, quiet, a little girl. i walked out into the garden and sort of felt a bit sick when he raised the axe. he didn’t look right with a weapon, a bit desperate and a poor attempt at alpha male
but yeah, it doesn’t matter anyway because i preferred the new chair and the sofa after that and then the sofas now are pretty fucking comfy because all we’ve got in this place is stalingrad furniture
on to the next one. my relationship song according to gaby. i took that to heart because it implies an indifference i do not possess. people hurt me. duncan, then charlie, then james. there was also pug, then max, then mister. i preferred the dogs
