Thursday: True colours.

I always underestimate the feeling of sadness. When I thought about home. Memories of this past year came. The red concertina red hat (that I saw at a market in Yu Gardens and thought of him), my sixty-nine percent. I am still so bitter and still hurting. Still. Hurting about things that could and shouldn’t matter. I’ve never been one with a happy disposition. I realised that when I was 16 at my college library listening to Lowgold with that wonderfully calm grey sky about to break snow. They never believe me though, I have one of those smiles. Not as fake as a Colgate smile but... she has a problem with her smile. How often am I going to fall for Prince Charming and be broken by Dorian Grey. Today is a day of failures. My cure failed me. He came back, briefly but it came from my heart- my disappointment