just yesterdayy, i cleaned myy bathroom mirror.
with windex and paper towels in myy hand.
and fifteen minutes of smelling the chemicals.
blurring myy mind before revealing who i am.
then i stood there, staring at this stranger.
no more toothpaste splatters on her arm.
this isn't who i am, who she was.
it simplyy cannot be.
it just can't.
i got an email from a mate the other day. it was called "ur an aussie 90's kid if..." andit listed all these things, that if u did, then u were a aussie 90's kid. it made me see that i'm getting old, cuz i can say "i did that in my day..." lol.
i'm from australia, btw.
They can be blessings or bitches.
Sometimes both.
I really like your writing style and choice of titles. It doesn't overtly go hand and hand with the subject and yet it fits perfectly.
not prom anyway.
everything else, maybe?
i've often pondered existenialism.