I know well, I’m touched. That happened five years back. She
just bugs the shit out of me. I think I must have been doing some
shitty things to keep my self happy. But I’m Innocent until proven, to
celebrate my good fortune. And the fortune thing always favors the
bold. Now I’ll get me a strainer, I’ll clean it up, I’ll make it nice.
I’m just putting my thoughts in order, of which hate everything, but I
don’t. It’s impossible to make things go back to the way they were.