what have I done? I say to myself. I look at my white shirt, on which hot coffee has been poured. and now a spot has developed on it.

damn... I whisper, trying to wipe the stain but it’s all in vain. but suddenly she appears, my girlfriend.

Per, we're breaking up. you're a beggar and a pathetic, stupid guitarist. I don't need someone like you. She said rudely to my face, slapping me in the face and walking away. I remained standing there while tears slowly rolled down my cheeks.