http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZhLrOghfTI
This song is endless cups of Earl Grey with soya milk and sugar. It's sleeping in a single bed. It's having the shit scared out of me by a massive spider. It's living in a box room with the few clothes I took strewn across the floor. It's the smell of Soap & Glory Whipped Clean and Moroccan Spice room spray. It's Palmolive Bergamot shower gel. It's the weak pressure of an unfamiliar shower. It's condensation on the inside of the bay window. It's Suzi sat on the edge of the bed totally unfazed by my sobs. It's chain smoking. It's all of the new people I met at uni who I now consider friends. It's sheer, unbridled agony. It's bangers and mash at the dining table, all posh. It's the first fuck with someone new being utterly incredible. It's two parents who aren't mine but feel like mine. It's dreading 'Cunt Donkey' on every text pinging from my phone. It's sweetcorn chowder. It's sitting with Laura and making a joke list of our ideal men. It's feeling utterly and completely enveloped with the depth and strength of love that leaves you speechless. It's waking up and wishing you hadn't, being in pain just from switching the shower on. It's being shown in a hundred ways how much your friends love and care about you. It's the word 'databse'. It's rich, thick maroon carpet under my feet. It's wondering how quickly six months manages to pass!
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