Self Portrait as Extracts

Monday

I met up with X today. We ate pancakes. He said I look good. I wish he wouldn’t lie.

Tuesday

I don’t know what else to do. I have told him I’m sorry a dozen times. 

Wednesday

He came to collect his things today. I couldn’t stop crying. 

Thursday

Nothing sparks joy in me anymore. 

Friday

I haven’t eaten since Wednesday.

Saturday

I saw him buying wine and chocolates at the corner shop. I wanted to die right there.

Sunday

I played poker with someone online. He stole my King, leaving a desperately lonely Queen.