Everything’s blurry.
I’m back in my small appartment (47 square-meters, that’s like 500 square-feet, and yes I find that small) in Cervione, Corsica. Today’s windy, and oh-what-a-surprise today 20 fires were set around the island. Fuck firestarters. Some parts of the road were like painted in red, because of the sun through these dark red smoke clouds. Yesterday Pat (my stepfather) and I talked about the proper punishment for firestarters. I’m for insecure dangerous prison sentence, the kind where you got to have muscles or else you become the big prisoners’ sex toy. Pat is for burning parts of their body. We love firestarters.
Kwan is gone last thursday, and I’m only started to get back to usual life. Yesterday I woke up thinking “where shall I take her today ?”, then I kept serving 4 dishes at lunch and dinner. I so easily get used and attached to people. I grow sentiments towards friends. I must work on defining the limits to attachment, it doesn’t seem right to become attached to a friend, just like this *fingers snap*.
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