Have you ever wanted to disappear?
I made cheesecake today. Individual blueberry cheesecakes.
Good news: I made 40 cakes.
Bad news: Of which 18 failed.
Good news: I have enough for everyone at the alpha retreat.
Bad news: Those friends expecting one whole nice piece to themselves will have to share.
Good news: I still have 22 cakes.
Bad news: The ingredients are too expensive to waste...
Good news: I may be making more of this next time.
Bad news: Only when I've saved up enough and have the time...
Good news: I will probably be making it after O levels.
Bad news: I am going to do it alone.
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The taste of this newfound freedom gave me a pleasant sensation of walking on air. A slow, steady smile of happiness etched across my face and it slowly turned into an infectious laughter. The steady pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the pavement soothed the air with a gentleness that calmed my nerves. Nobody was going to treat me like a fool ever again. Nobody.
Silent tears coursed down my cheeks, blending in nicely with the rain, as I thought about how pathetic my life had been. But that chapter had finally ended. With an unconscious smile, I remained prostrate with fatigue and sleep soon overtook me.
An extract from my latest essay. Stupid aaahhhh. I am so upset now. Blah. Stupid cheesecake.
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