Thursday, October 29, 2015

Thursday, 1AM

I could file a police report, technically.

A note to myself: baked figs with Gorgonzola and walnut.

Ugh. Really. How many more times I have to ask? How many more ways I have to remind them? How long do I have to wait? 

Yup, not even a minute can be spared for the ones that have helped them. 

Pandan waffles. Banana with PB with crepes. 

It's so wrong that I communicate a lot more with my Insta friends than with the people that should care about me. Yikes.

How did all get me "here"? 
Poor and alone, I am not. 

Blue skies, falling leaves, boots. 

Shanghai, it's been a while. 

Ocean, water, sand, white beach. Laughter and smiles. I miss. 

Abandoned. Uncaring bunch. Used. Anger. 


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