/11/2023

Dear F
I'm typing this, using two candles to light up the room. still, no electricity.
I wake up everyday, fighting the side effects of the words of your kind. my words don't have meaning, why should I persist, why should I stay here? for someone who is dear to me to tell me that my words are meaningless? or that mankind is like tiny crumbs to me? I know fighting them will may be an opportunity, to grow, be more mature but man the battleground can get quite tough sometimes. the sound of your words in my head gets lounder. I'm not blaming you, I know I am at fault, the moment I left you, but I didn't know better. today, it turns out that my colleague barista, is turning everyone in the workplace against me-one of the chefs told me- when all I ever do is just exist, and do my job, just as it

Dear F
typing this while listening to Good looking by Suki Waterhouse. "the skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all". .. "you adored me before..oh my good looking boy". so this is it for real then. shit im crying in a coffee shop. i'm oficially heartbroken, it's been a long time ever since i felt like this. yet again I'm heart broken. and of course i'm gonna get over it. just after typing this. I don't have anything to say anymore.