Please Don't
Welcome home. It’s almost like a relationship right? Acting like you own me each time I disappear for too long, you lovely little brutes. I actually do have someone else to hurl abuse at today. Surprisingly it isn’t you. Wait, it actually might be. Let’s get this party started then. Hello you. Yes you. You had just one job. To be a friend. No no no no, I never employed you. I never came looking neither did I ask for your opinion. Hell, I wasn’t even aware I needed a counsellor. But you just had to. RIGHT??? You just had to. Always smartly dressed with your perfect “just got licked by a giant dog” hair. I admit, your looks held me spellbound and before I knew, the garbage you were spewing was quickly growing roots. Well played. Now between your “patience is a virtue” and “the early bird nonsense” which supersedes? Between your “plan your life” and “be spontaneous” sermons which do I take? How do I choose between the “fight for your love” and the “if you love something, l...