Quiet evening of non stop rain. Made sliders; buttered the buns. Simple sweet and sour chicken; pineapple, peppers.

Had to stop replying to someone's texts. We'll lose touch for a few years. The Universe opens up; going in the right direction, new ideas. I should've run away from aforementioned earlier. I'll cry for tomorrow; the beautiful things that'll happen. When i'm trying to find myself I get lost in your eyes.