A writing jumpstart

I have definitely lost my touch to write. Seriously. Now all that ever comes out is purely general. I love writing fiction, and most of my teenage years was about writing something that I feel into fictional stories.

So, today, I will try and write a paragraph or two, just as a jump start to my writing hobby. Don't judge. It's rusty.

I was sitting in a crowded restaurant all by myself with meatballs, D'aim cake and a cold Mountain Dew. What brought me there? Oh I don't know. Maybe the pleasure of meatball itself have been inside my taste buds for ages. My eyes kept gazing around looking for something or someone. But I am the only one who knows that I am going to have dinner by myself. The thought of eating dinner alone saddens me. But yet, I was there, with my unsilent phone, waiting. What am I waiting for? A call? A text? I don't know.

With a sick unwanted feeling in my stomach, I barely touched the cake. I tried keeping my tears and sanity together in public. I don't want people to look at me with pity. I've never felt more alone that night. With headphones in my ear, playlist on shuffle mode, pathetic slow romantic songs filled my ears. My eyes have tried to hold in my tears and I turn to my handbag, reached out for my trusty ciggarettes, I lit up a stick, and changed songs until I found Eminem - Not Afraid. Put it on repeat and suck it all in.

Okay that was shit. I'll brush up some more. I promise.