Tag: chicklit, loneliness, relateable, sadness

I wasn’t just crying about Will. I was crying about Seb and Shona and my job and my sister’s aggression and my parent’s refusal to be proud of me and Lauren’s wedding and every last shit little thing that had happened to me from birth, from the big disasters like puberty, to the things that didn’t even seem to matter at the time, like when I put milk in my tea last Thursday and then found out it had gone off.

I wasn’t just crying about Will. I was crying about Seb and Shona and my job and my sister’s aggression and my parent’s refusal to be proud of me and Lauren’s wedding and every last shit little thing that had happened to me from birth, from the big disasters like puberty, to the things that didn’t even seem to matter at the time, like when I put milk in my tea last Thursday and then found out it had gone off.