C92 Chapter 92

Poppy goes to sleep half an hour later, but I can’t. I’m on Tumblr, reblogging pictures and trying to ignore all the quotes about love that come onto my dashboard. Love sucks ass to be honest.

Around four in the morning I grab my cigarette pack because I feel like I need to chain smoke until I can finally fall asleep.

It’s cold outside so I take the first jacket I find in my suitcase