Mayo Loco

DSC_0251I knew back then that I won’t be normal. I restrain from make-believe

long-term friendships like I do with mayonnaise.

A disgusting condiment condemned by heavens when it was so lonely.

I’m like that.

I’m the mayonnaise.

I won’t be anything without the garlic and a dash of paprika.

A friend (or a couple of them) will share a laugh with me for a while, then off they go, time runs along with them too. Year by year, I survived seating inside the empty room with empty stomach reading books that I don’t really care about. And sometimes, a teacher will require me to go downstairs and enjoy a meal, instead of doing so, I rebelliously go to the library and take a nap until the bell rings, again.

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