an almost ending.

Sobbing away in the middle of nowhere at 3 in the morning, I shouted at him.

'This is it, this is the end okay. I don't want it anymore. Drive me back to your place and let me pick up my clothes.'

If this ended, I would have '4 breakups' in the short time span of 18mths ?

Going from clean slate of zero to 4 breakups in 2years ?

Thats a pretty rough ride.

I'm running low on funds now - this boy is unable to support me.

Turning back to the flicky trade might be it. I miss that excitement, the smell of those clean hotel sheets and dressing up to a guaranteed please.

*I know, I'll make someone happy - & myself at the end of it.

Instead of all the dramas of the flaky youth.