Is heartbreak the purview of the young and stupid? I think it should be. I'm not cut out for this achy breaky heart shite. I couldn't have none the sensible thing and remained nunafied (just made it up) after pending divorce? Those Victorians were on to something with the whole remain in black and take self off market thing. I'm all for women's lib, but where has it got is truly?
Is it inevitable that all girls will eventually want to play house? I feel like a mistress in my own life. Except a mistress would be getting fancy bags and presents on demand. It's not a bad deal from where I am sitting.
Granted my HRT patch needs replacing and I'm sorry but the swapping the estrodot for a generic brand is not cutting it. I'm onto ye big pharma. I shall call every pharmacy in the kingdom until I am supplied with the brand that instantly makes me not want to murder people. I used to be nice, well, I am tired of that too. Nice girls do not make history and have a habit of being trampled on.
Back to my original question, the heart might have only so many breaks it can take. Imagine hair line cracks zigzagging across said glass like heart. Maybe the heartbreak in older years is the proverbial straw that breaks the camel, so to speak? I digress, on a more positive day, perhaps I'd say "better to have loved than lost" but today is NOT that day. Ask me again after I change my HRT patch.
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