TURNED INTO A BITTER MESS

There can never be too much politics, but it's all just white noise now. People don't understand. People don't care.

Everyone tries. And we move on. Bin men are still bin men, bankers are still bankers. The birds are still there in the morning and drunk people will always break shit.

CH-CH-CH-CH stutter, because it never happens.

So enough of this election shit. The country's not fucked. Well. It's not any more fucked. There is no doom, just butterflies and rainbows

-and everyone on facebook is all OH NO and upset-

-and twitter will eat itself-

-and I just want a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich, please-

I would go now, but the shops are going to be full of election people. Of people complaining and wringing their hands. Like whenever anything happens. The hands are wrung.

remind me what we're mourning.

because all I see is the same dusk settling and the same cats either fucking or fighting outside my window.

(I thought that one of them was dead yesterday, I just head a huge screechfight, silence and saw a dead cat. But it was fine. And the evil white cat left it in peace)

SO. Music. Listen to music. Today is definitely an Au Revoir Simone day. The sun is peaking and I'm missing my boyfriend.