A snippet of song runs through my mind, over and over again, because I don’t know the lyrics. Something about the end of the world and feeling fine. Surprisingly, I do.
Well, I don’t, not really, but I feel better than I have in a long time. Despite the riots around me. Despite the cries and the screams and the sirens. I’m not going back to the office again, and I’ve dumped that sack of shit boyfriend I’ve been carrying for too long. My immediate plans include stocking up at the grocery and going home to lock myself in my tiny condo until I figure out just what the hell it is I’m going to do with what little I have left of my life. Maybe that novel I’ve been dallying with will finally get written. No time like the present, eh?
Go me.
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