This isn’t fair. And you know it. One day everything is wonderful, the next it’s dissipated into nothing. I can’t stand it, it’s making me feel sick. I’ve never had something so worthwhile ripped from my hands without the least bit of forewarning. You wonder why I can’t even flash you a genuine smile? It’s because I’m hurt. Simply put. Simply understood?
In recent news however, at least I know that I’m getting the fuck out of here. Bonjour Paris, ma nouvelle maison!! I cannot wait to relish in your beauty, culture, and foreignness. Maybe it’s there where I can finally be who I’ve always wanted to be. Maybe I can learn pastry from the best, from Pierre Herme himself, or maybe I can sacrifice 2 years of my life, and countless sums of money for Le Cordon Bleu, or maybe I can live and wish that I had someone to live with. So it goes, que sera, sera. All I know, is that with this newfound knowledge– of Paris and such, I wish I could share it with you, but I know that it will only make me more sullen.