Dear world.
You hate me. I hate you.
We don't get each other, and mostly because you are out there to get me.
I try as much as possible to escape you. I have managed to do that, and I am happy. But now that you have caught up with my shit, I want to ask you one thing. When you slap me, don't ask me to give you my other cheek, because I will not give it to you.
I had breaks from you.
I am not sure if I used the breaks well. But still, no slapping me twice.
And maybe, be cool.
Chill, get me some ointment so I can apply it to where you slapped me. Once I am done. You will slap me, again. And to make it clear, you will slap me at the same e. Okay?
Smiling, I stand and ask Ava, "what?"
"You have not taken your breakfast."
"Yeah, and I am not going to. Now, I am good to go. Thank you for breakfast." I say and stare at the clothing on the bed. She waves it off and says, "I will take care of it."
