The Sad People Club

Hard To Tell The Difference

safe from the storm

I press my temples with my fingers and close my eyes, red spots dance in black nothingness. Am I a pathetic looser just because I still want to send her a greeting card for her birthday or am I a true hero because I haven’t done it yet?

I need a cup of warm black tea and a blanket. Probably a piece of advice, too.


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