My cigarette tastes like uncertainty and now my plain croissant is seeping my black coffee onto my plate.
Was it too much to ask for something simple? Life isn't as complicated as people make it. Right?
Now I sit here, with coffee spilt on myself and my shirt.
Annoyed.
Or Annoying?
Is it my fault that **** is falling apart? Am I the problem that is ruining something so pure by pouring black liquid all over and complicating something I was so sure about?
Am so sure about.
My croissant was perfect until I spilt **** all over it. Now I have a soggy croissant and a crooked cigarette that still tastes like uncertainty.