there once was a story of woe

but then everything was ok and there was this story instead.

they all looked at her as if she had just peed on the floor,
"i cant listen to anymore of this".
they all looked shocked as she ran out of the un-named up market food store.he followed her like a lost puppy attempting to convince her that she didn't need anyone else but him.

why can't everyone just leave me alone and stop making me think.

its had been one year and seven months since they had last spoken, things were left so badly that it was unlikely they would ever have much to say to each other again, except. now she knew she had to. she had to do something. she's my best friend.

nothing brings a pair of blondes together better than five bottles of wine and sick on the side of the chicken shop. that was it screw the boys its you and me again and we can do anything we want. thats how it happened for us anyway, after too long being at odds with each other we were friends again. at the time it seemed like we couldn't find a way to be friends again, we were so fragmented. she didn't used to be blonde, and i'm sure she didn't have those out when i last saw her. getting drunk was the only real option. so they did, they really really did. it was only when he came downstairs after watching the football (in the ugly croydon pub where this reunion took place) that they realised how drunk they were. not only that but he was making us leave each other and go home. man, he really was a bastard.

so that was it. after he and i broke up a week later (coincidence..no he was just a jealous butt head) i lost my head a bit after that and due to the vicious nature of the events that year it wasn't until my return from uni that i really got to see you again. the same problem again, we couldn't bond too much going on in our own lives that we just couldn't dig through the shit enought to enjoy ourselves. so. cut to christmas that same year. i, was as ever bored at my holiday job and scrolling through the list of people that work for this particular company i came across you.
dont think about it just send it...it is you. you've emailed me back. we're going to meet at waterloo to drink again.....

to be continued because i cant be arsed to type anymore.

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peace out