143 Days of no Fucks given
143 Days of no Fucks given {They made ‘ real love’ when everyone else was just having sex } Written { with true love’s ink } by { Evil. Z . Blunt} Chapter Zero - Airports & Heartbreaks 1st April 2016 I hate airports. Why? Because they’re assholes. All of them. Yet, I’m standing at one of them - California Airport. Where the hell am I going – Australia. Why am I going to Oz? Because it’s crazy to go to Oz & I’m crazy. Why am I crazy? I’ve lied to everyone in my family. They all think I’m in Washington D.C., in court. I’m a goddamn lawyer, you see. And a bloody good one. But that’s not the point. And that’s not why it’s crazy to go to Australia. Here’s why. I’m getting buried (married) in 3 days. And I’m freaking out. My father asked me to marry her a month ago. I said ‘ok’. Just like that. I said ok and I asked nothing. I’ve never seen her. Not even a damn photograph. I warned you I’m crazy. But I still haven’t told you why