i hate my life a blog by bonnie

For this will be that bit where it is getting dark and I mistake a girl for Jordana - a girl with brown hair and a retractable leash - and when the girl turns around I will see that her face is nothing like Jordana’s and she will ask if she knows me and I will look traumatised and say, ‘No, I’m sorry, no, you don’t know me, nobody knows me.’