Was not meant to be.

You know that girl who puts on the fancy lipstick and runs out the door to meet her roommates at a bar last minute then when arrives stands in line only to be overwhelmed with anxiety, when the roomies will not come out to greet her, so the coughing fit begins and walks away. Yes. That’s me.

It’s okay. A block away there is a Tim’s. Coffee, not matter how trashy the taste, always brings comfort.

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