Unworthy (4)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Nine – Tuesday, 14 June 2016

It’s only after I’ve showered and dressed that I notice I’m the only one in the flat this morning. I keep forgetting that Wehann and his housemates have classes and I am the only loser doing nothing with my life. I spend the morning on the couch watching TV. I regularly check my phone for new messages, but there are none. I try to phone André, but it keeps ringing and ringing. He’s either busy or he doesn’t want to talk to me. I try not to think of it too much. Perhaps he just needs some space to breathe. Continue reading “Unworthy (4)”

Unworthy (3)

Part One and Part Two

Six – Sunday 12 June                                                                         

“Hurry up, Louise! Tannie Erika is waiting!” my mom calls from the kitchen.

I gulp down the last of my lukewarm coffee and grab my large suitcase. Its heavy weight almost makes me fall over; instead I just stub my bare foot on one of the dining chairs. A foul expletive slips from my lips and I’m thankful nobody is within hearing distance. Continue reading “Unworthy (3)”

Unworthy (2)

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Three – 20 May 2016
Wehann and I met back in my eighth grade. Our friendship was corny in the sense that we clicked right away. Please do not mistake this fact as to mean that we are close, because we’re not. For the first time I learned that you can have a best friend without getting too personal with one another. At first I found it quite bizarre, but as time passed I got used to it. Continue reading “Unworthy (2)”

Een Jaar Later

Waar was ek ‘n jaar terug? In my bed, besig om te slaap? Dalk was ek besig om iets op Netflix te kyk. Ek weet net ek het ‘n jaar terug nie veel met my lewe gedoen nie. Maar waar is ek nou? Ironies genoeg lê ek in die bed, ek is nie klas toe vandag nie, maar ek het ‘n geldige rede! Ek is siek met een of ander maag-ding wat rondgaan. Anders as dit, though, is ek beter af as ‘n jaar terug. Continue reading “Een Jaar Later”

hy verdien beter

Vandag is ons twee-jaar liefdesherdenking, my en André s’n. Hierdie twee jaar het onmoontlik vinnig verby gegaan. Op een of ander manier voel ek bedrieg, amper asof ek vir die meeste van hierdie twee jaar vas aan die slaap was. Ek hoor altyd daardie gesegte wat beweer dat tyd vinnig verbygaan wanneer jy pret het. Maar het ek werklik pret gehad, of probeer ek net alles wat gebeur het te vergeet? Continue reading “hy verdien beter”