I don’t know which I laughed harder at: Jennifer Lawrence’s misfortune or Putin riding her like a prize mare?
I suffer a ‘condition’ that feels as if I have nothing driving me; nothing to look forward to- and it’s as if there is an immovable weight anchoring me to where I was when I was once happy- when I was complete. Alas, it’s but an untouchable memory long since buried in the past, and thus I am stuck in limbo. Heartache oblivion.
Don’t remove my butt-credits please.