Darn it.

I sighed to my pet turtle, as I worked the vanilla shampoo into my hair. He's an odd turtle, and he loved to shower with me. Ok, that sounded wrong. Despite a slight smile escaping my lips, I was still drowned in sorrow. I cried as I thought of the break up, over simple ice cream. Well, an Ice Cream Social. But he never would have argued over the 'simple ice cream' if it hadn't been for the whiskey. Whiskey can do that to people. I sobbed further as I snuggled into to my soft, comforting PJ shorts. Why? Why did he ever want to take her to it? I know she's prettier, but what happened to a personality? As I climbed into bed, I wrapped my warm blankets around me and hoped tomorrow would be better.