I used to love baking with you... We had so much fun making cakes and cookies and other deserts... You always made me feel happy when I was with you...
Even after I left, you couldn't let me go... You followed me wherever I went... letting me know you were still there... But there are some things even I can't forgive... So, goodbye, my old flame. I hope that next time we meet, we can bake like we used to. Whenever that may be.
We started fighting more often... You became much more volatile... You always made me feel like it was my fault... As time passed, I realised that... you didn't make me happy anymore... Just sad... So I left.
Of course, it was you... I've been trying to be rid of you and your influence for years... taunting me here and there... reminding me you're still here... well you've gone too far this time.
The owners of the bakery have told me to stay home until everything is sorted out... I think I am experiencing sadness? I am not sure, but I feel very... empty...