I am sick, my stomach turns at the thought of what you did.
After all that we shared, it was not just a game but a lie to you.
I’ve vomited twice in one night, it still not enough to purge out the poison of your betrayal,
So, I had been supposed to be writing for the past two weeks but my writing chair was really, really wobbly and I just couldn’t concentrate. So, I got a new writing chair :D its kinda cool, but I think I’m going to try to find a new one, because this one is too fancy. My old chair was made out of wood, it was like a 1960s office desk woodchair. This one is fancy with wheels and it spins, and it has cushion… just too fancy, but I like it.
Also, I got a dictaphone, so I’m pretty stoked about that.
I’m at the library and stupid me decided to pick up Breakfast at Tiffany’s and… I think I’m just going to finish it before they close…
If your relationship is not like Bill and Kiddo’s then its not true love.
I’m a good person to be around… I cook a lot of fancy, tasty food. From different flavored crepes to rum infused pepper with sea salt rotisserie chicken. I (if I may say so) create beautiful things for those around me. It serves two purposes, one it keeps my mind off her. Cooking things with such delicacy takes every single one of neurons. From planning what dishes to make that go well together, to finding the ingredients and making substitutions to ingredients that I don’t have or that I can substitute for fresh ingredients from my garden. To the execution of the dish.
When I feed people around me (and I must say, I am careful to who I feed, I sometimes feel sad when I see people devour food without savoring it), I feel for moments truly appreciated for most of the time they never fail to compliment the food. It is the only compliment I can accept, for it is obvious to tell when someone truly enjoys a meal.