and then i realised.

it was the anger and the questions of why, like seriously, why?
then it soured like the old spinster granny of granny smiths.
but when it ended, it became a prick in the left side of my ribcage.
choked alil, eyes were warm and nose felt tickled.
after awhile it became, "have i lost so much hope in wholes that i deprived myself of real chances, only to gain instant gratifications and feel like shit in the end?"
F no. Please. Gimme hope.

and so she ponders, wishes & scribbles
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