A friend Indeed

Is it sudden loneliness or guilt that is calling me, at least it is not love. You left me last week and ask me what I am going to do this week. Well whatever I am going to do it won’t be fun because you have ruined these days. I have lost my faith in destiny of two people to belong together. Whenever one looses a piece of childhood faith he feels and seems older, as a piece of his innocence is gone he feels life heavier. So this morning when I saw myself in the mirror I felt at least five years older than I lie myself to be.

Later in the afternoon my boredom called the man who loves me but whom I love not. Even though I don’t love him I would never leave him out of my life, as he has sincere love for me. I told him how my future has been taken away from me in an instant, all the trips, all the plans we had for our future, just last week, all stolen from me. And me, I won’t anymore believe this love blah blah I am so bored of all of it, I have no faith in love anymore. “But you do have,” my friend said sarcastically, “you believe that I will love you always, as I will. So don’t you believe in love?” He was right, I still believed in love, even though I felt like I had lost all my faith. We felt happy, how sweet it was, I was in full faith again, even though for a moment I felt my belief had betrayed me, but it had not. Love has no exit, and we are locked inside forever. “I wish I loved you as much as you love me,” I told, “then we would be the two happiest people on Earth”.

The End and The Beginning

-"You have told me to fuck off your life, you have behaved badly. I have always been very kind to you. Do you agree?” my boyfriend asked with guilty tone. "It is not because you are fat, it is just because you are not fit for my life."

Our relationship had suddenly become a crime scene and even though we had been working together as partners, he didn’t admit we were both guilty. My partner had now become a judge who doomed me to live single.

I did what any obese woman on a diet would have done. In the kitchen I mixed as much sugar, oil and butter as I could find, using it for baking a cake. Then I started this blog naming this Caker’s Own Blog because Caker's Blog was already taken. If you never liked the blogs of women who should find a man instead of blogging their silly home alone tales, then please fuck off my blog.