Sweetpea (Sweetpea, #1)

by C.J. Skuse

It had a bend in it. I wasn’t sure whether he was pleased to see me or giving me directions to the bus station.

💀💀

I took Tink for a walk at lunch as Craig was playing Streetfighter and making bacon sandwiches and the smell was making me dribble (I’m trying not to have bread because ass).

I personally think this is a good reason to eat bread

I long ago decided she was just a pubic louse on the vaginal wall of the cunt witch from Hell.

Craig’s pathetic – he’s always got one eye on the TV and, even if it’s turned off, I figure he’s mentally rerunning an old episode of Game of Thrones.

wait… am I Craig?

Even when I’m at home, I’m acting a part. I never know which bits of me are real. I wonder what it’s like to truly feel, to truly ‘be.’ Exhausting, I’d imagine.

People who text you, and you text back, then you get NOTHING back for days

Damn @ me then