No Love to Make
Steve and I just had a massive row and now I’m sitting in this bar alone, drowning my anger and sorrow in Vodka. We fight a lot these days. It’s kind of become a habit, but this time was different. This time we both threw our hands up after a while and gave up. He tearfully went to bed and I ended up here. I look around and my heart sinks. Look at everyone. They’re all out with their friends, exactly what should be done on a Friday night. Everyone’s enjoying themselves and being happy. The...