|sent from: London, UK. destination: Ashford, Kent, UK|
I didn’t want to get out of bed and go to work on account of the raging headache, and the day did not improve from there. On the train home a girl, no, a woman, with a baby-doll voice spoke to what I first thought was her daughter, so infantile was her tone, then I thought it was her mother, then a flatmate, then a friend, and I finally settled on sister, over the phone.
I don’t have anything in my cupboard except
Speak to you later, bye bye byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee