Beer.
Ice cream.
Junk foods.
DVDs.
Tissues.
Nakalatag iyon lahat sa center table ko kasama ang imaginary shards ng broken pieces ng puso ko. As if sila yung mga glue na makakapagpabalik ng lahat ng broken pieces to make it whole again.
Please make me forget.
I just want to forget.
I reached for the beer.
