Old friends, epistaxis

"You need a goal," an old flame had said to me earlier. "You need a goal and aim for it with cold-hearted intent. Then we will meet again."

Such fighting words. I've only suffered heartbreak the day before. It did make me realise how absent I am with goals. It's like I suffer from a lack of imagination, a drive.

I replied with an empathic jest. She took off, and my day was over. My nose then rained blood on me.

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