What a difference a year makes

This time last January, I was in love. I was washing his shirt because his clumsy ass spilled coffee on it.

You know what I feel now?

Disgust.

Indifferent.

Annoyed.

Pretty much like this:



There is a lesson in all experiences. In my case, there is hell of a book coming. :) There's always a silver lining in every heartbreak.