Moodlessness

Lina called me tonight in the hope of seeking conciliation about her assignment torture. Unfortunately, I am even worse than her. My mental distress leaves me no passion for any chit-chat.

I am pleased to see that someone cut down the rose plant I fell onto last November. Cheers! The scar from that “evil” plant can still be vividly seen on my skin. They are the marks of showing how mindless I am.