Five opinions, three voice notes, one screenshot. By the time I text him I am not me. I am a committee in a tight dress.
Tag: friends
I can calculate it in a second. Asking for it is the bit that shrinks me. Pride and rent should not share a table anyway.
A walk is never just a walk. Travel, outfit, time off the rota. Casual is a lie London tells so nobody notices the standing order.
Bins, money, whose turn, why the hallway smells. Nobody booked a meeting. The kitchen just becomes court and I sit in last night’s makeup still.