I’ve spent about 2 and half weeks trying to write about two exes. It is the most miserable tasks. EVER. Seriously. I have to finish them because I’ve already started and they are almost half way finished… or mostly finished… insert obvious relationship ending joke that I can’t come up with this early in the morning. I’ve been avoiding finishing them because I have to dig deep and I mean deep to to avoid making one sound like a push over and the other a sadistic monster. One of them does deserve the title, though. I’ll let you decide which one that is.
Organized Chaos 