First week of living alone, I survived on half a pot of soup, left over tofu, potato chips and chocolate. Dark chocolate of course. I still have the other half pot of the soup, and it shall last me another week.
I scrubbed the balcony for the second time this year. Being nice and letting the birds staying there for shelter, when there was rain and snow, in exchange, they left me shit. Tough shit. I scrubbed and scrubbed. Some of the mark seemed permanent and refused to fade, as if they were burnt onto the cement.
Now, sitting on my couch, looking through the window at the scarred balcony floor, a familiar feeling arose. People come, and people go. Everyone is a passer by. Some leave sweetness and some leave shit that you just can't seem to scrub away.
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