You can tell once upon a time, she was pretty.
But every year, the party animals get younger and she watches them come and go.
Maybe it also pained her to see her friends gradually moving out of the clubs and bars into families of their own but somehow she stayed stuck there…
So she continues to do what she does best.
She surrounds herself with girls as camouflage, desperately trying to blend in and forget her insecurities.
She preys on fresh meat and they are enchanted by their own prowess for a fleeting moment before the magic wears off and their ambition kicks in.
They leave her in search of their ‘calling’ and eventually end up with a sweet, young thing like a Demi-Ashton-Mila situation.
Yet she’s still there…hanging on to what’s left of her youth by threads. Her looks have faded due to years of late nights, drugs, drinks and dirty dancing.
But she is still there.
Now a permanent fixture of the city’s nightlife.
I haven’t been very active on my blog recently but I was feeling particularly inspired today and it all came from one comment on a friend’s Facebook post.