Lonely.

It’s officially been a few days of lonesome and I can already tell you these three things…

The pussy is left to run rampant with zero expectation of any man needing to make his way down there anytime soon,

the washing pile is exploding out the basket as I have no ambition of leaving the house in anything other than baggy jeans and a rotation of my favourite tees

AND my fridge is packed to the brim of leftover takeaways with only spoonfuls taken out of each meal… I’m talking pizza box on top of thai on top of pizza box.

I think it’s officially safe to say I’ve hit the lowest of lows.

Yet, I have faith! Liiiiiiiiike 3% out of 100 but hey that’s still something and fuck me I am CLINGING TO IT!

Some days are good, others are bad, but so called life, you’ll always feel better in the end.

As I’m forever told

“chin up buttercup, you’re so loved”