Club

Club Saw you all in the club, Metal City. My old mates out of my life for three years. I want you no more. You were friendly to me, me to you, I’m not a ****. Al lover, a fallout and me and her never getting on, worse than cat and dog. You became friends with her, a sense of betrayal came to me, lack of trust I still have now. John came and said, “Hi”, Sonia gasped at my tattoos and Mavis asked how I was, why I stopped going up. My reply— you became mates with people I don’t like, they don’t like me, I made a decision and stood by it. You upset. Told the others that my mate Leah is my trainee witch. What will you all think of my tattoos, my Goth side, old animosity and moving on? To be easy, I will be polite to you but I have moved on— let me go yourself.