It's been quite awhile since I last woke up on a very early morning... without intending it, of course. I woke up today seven with the sounds of my mother's cockamamie tantrum about a missing camera that I intentionally set aside on the corner without saying anything. She was bazonkers as cuckoo! I fucking hate it when she does that. I wanted to go back to my slumber but after everything how could I? I can't wait to leave this putrid hellhole, my independence can't coming any fucking closer.
Dark, darker, darkest, there is no difference. All hurts the same. Pain, everlasting, lingering. Pain, day and night. The hours are uncertain. Anything can happen now. Thinking about it hurts. Truth is unreliable. The romance is dead. My heart, it is lost. Unrecoverable, hateful, distrusting. Wishful, perhaps, but I have lost everything before and survived still. This one was special. So special. Embittered, the tip of my tongue tastes. The flavour of my life. Cuisine of kitchens unwanted. It burns, to the heart. I do not understand. I do not understand.