I have started making coffee for one
Again. And it sucks. Not the coffee, the coffee is awesome. The for one part.
Again. And it sucks. Not the coffee, the coffee is awesome. The for one part.
Ve: “…blabla”
me: “By the way, is T there?”
Ve: “Yes”
me: “Does he know that I am talking to you?”
Ve: “Yes”
me: “Then give him my regards”
Ve: “OK”
T, in the background: unintelligible
Ve: “He returns them”
Fuck, it means he’s heard all I have said. And how I have said it. Gonna feel a bit sick now. Life tells there is no use in me hiding. I am so looking forward to the next two years to be over.