Lost In Me

Finally, tonight, Molly is out of my life. I'm going to clean her light brown hair off of my clothes and bed, and never think of her again. I'm never going to miss going on walks with her simply because she is lonely and needs attention. I'm not going to miss her distinct scent. And I certainly won't think of the times when I attempted to play guitar for her to cheer her up. Good riddance, I say.

And in case you were wondering, Molly is my former housemate's dog.