Today I would tell you about the squid I bought so I could make the pasta I made for you back in my old place. Today, just like last time, it went well and I made a mental memory of where to get it and how to make it so when you come I can make you some good food.

A friend of mine said yesterday that two months is nothing, and that I should be able to wait that much without a problem. It’s true, but it’s not only the wait… you don’t want to talk to me in the meanwhile. It’s as if I was shut out from your life. I feel like I’m just a burden, an invisible, mental burden that one needs to get rid of. This makes me really sad.