May 5. 1.00am.
Later that day I was hunched over my bathroom sink bathing in the green Christmas lights bawling my fucking eyes out to “Invincible” by Pat Benetar. How the wheel of fortune spins tonight. But believe me when I say I don’t understand sometimes why I deify you so
I REFUSE to cry in the darkness to Tom Jones’ “Sex Bomb”. I leave the bathroom.