Christine.

I ate the spaghetti slowly and stared off into space. I couldn't describe how I was feeling right now, especially not telling Fanuel that.

I feel like a whirl pack of shit with guilt eating me up like lunch.

He's been trying his best to please me and be sweet but I've been behaving like a confused asshole.

He confessed his feelings for me and I still find it so hard to believe. One thing I know is that I'm badly attracted to him and he sets my body on fire.

I told him to fuck off from my life and face his new wife. Stating my remaining days...