The Beautiful One looked at me over the Casual Fuckbuddy's shoulder. 'Where are your condoms?' she mouthes and I want to rip the Casual Fuckbuddy's heart out. Casual to the point of non-existance. I love her and I hate her. Everytime I look at her I want to touch her, trace the grooves of her hip bones, the curve of each rib, the ridges of her spine. I want to live in that perfect body.
Everything is slightly blurred. Diet pills and vodka.
'Daisy? Put it down. I think you've had enough - you're losing control'
Don't make me laugh. I lost control when I fell in love with you.