Affection what? I wrote a whole mail to someone that broke up with me on New year's day. LMAO. That was the last mail I ever sent, the last love letter even. In fact, sometimes I feel like my creativity followed that mail. Verbal communication? I will rather chew dirty socks. I wear this hard guy thing like a match, I do no lose guard. When I catch myself smiling too much when I am talking to a man, I immediately call myself to order or block the man. I don't have energy.

Love is for those that have finished eating really. And I have ulcer, so the matter still long.

I really enjoyed reading this. It was so engaging.