i feel dispensable to turnip. like really, there’s not that importance attached to my presence. the turnip can do with me or without. doesnt make that much of a difference either way. truth is, i don’t feel pampered enough, loved enough.

i want somebody to pamper me silly. and love me to bits. and a vegetable is not capable of such complexed emotions. they are only capable of photosynthesis and growth. and emotions and love are other worldly factors that are just beyond their elemental grasp.

the olive cove waffles are yummy and chewy, but not crispy enough. and it ’s not cooked through. sometimes when they’ve more patience, it ll come out really nicely and tasty. but not today. which resulted in the discard of almost half of it. but of course, i forced myself to munch the majority. for fear that i’ll go hungry like a hungry ghost during the hungry ghost festival until the arrival of dad.

turnip turned up with avocado. he’s always going back on his words. he told me he got chips for me 3 days ago and hitherto, i’ve not even caught sight of a crisp.

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