Now that I’m old and self-aware I can’t write angsty poetry. All I can do is post animated GIFS of my feelings. This was me a week ago… Tragedy + Time = Comedy, right? Well, it does work with the flow chart. But don’t you worry. This is me
In honour of Valentine’s day I have written six word memoirs for a few (just a few) of the relationships I’ve had in my life. He cheated; became bad poetry muse. High school. Three years. Unofficial marriage. Met at SkankFest. Should have known. School slut – couldn’t get it up.