NikkiS's blog

It's late at night. You've been out with your friends. Had too much wine. Again. Now you're lying in bed and the weight of your body is tying you down. Your mind has sunk below the mattress, beyond the ground.

Drip.

But the sound. That sound. It's pulling you out.

I loved everything about him. Except this one thing. This very small, tiny, minute, inconsequential thing. Unlike most of the others he was good to me. Loved me even. He said that a lot. And he did things that showed me he loved me. That day we walked home in the rain he took off his jacket and gave it to me.

Will I ever think an original thought?

Create something new?

Do something that's never been done before?

How do I write the next line?

I goes like this. I was told about this place. Here I am. It is late. My heart is heavy. It weighs about five glasses of cheapish shiraz.

I:
- Hate my boss
- Miss my ex boyfriend
- Need a new job
- Am hardly original.

I don't know which is worse.

Hello. Goodbye.