Василий Ясевич

Little context if you care to listen. I find myself in a shit position. The man that I love sat me down last night and he told me that it's over. Done decision. And I don't want to feel how my heart is ripping. In fact, I don't want to feel so I stick to sicking. And I'm out on the town with a simple mission. To my little black dress. Likey.