FLAKES = CRAP, PART II
So now ex boy e-mails me that "he had to work from 8am to 8am" (he is a social worker). WAH WAH WAH. I am soooo sick of excuses. One day when I was on the bus going from Heathrow to Hitchin, I saw this couple in front of me. The dude was super sweet, he put his head on the girl's shoulder. All I could think was when was the last time ex dude had been sweet to ME? It is always give give give, like I am some kind of ATM always giving withdrawals. And at the end of the day, it is MY FAULT, since I "let" it happen.
If you do not know this band, GET THEM NOW: The Black Kids, "Hitting the HeartBrake."