They stopped working

I used to hate my mom’s cooking.

The cherry pies, God it was so terrible, she’s really bad at baking

But now I ate them, not because I don’t want to hurt her feelings or something, it turned out to be not so bad like the first time I tasted

I kinda listen to Arctic Monkeys now.

My top ten playlist, it contains all their songs. Goddamn, I’m addicted, everytime Snap Out Of It appeared in the radio, dude I cannot even bring myself to not dancing. 

That’s when you came, cherry pies are your favorite mom’s cooking right? And Arctic is your favorite band.

And then you left, it was like my senses stopped working.

I hate cherry pies now, I even threw them once to the window. I didn’t even want to eat them, including my favorite food. I just stop eating.

Arctic Monkeys were rubbish, the drums, the beats are so annoying. I just don’t get it why I liked them before.

And that’s when you left, I stopped eating, I stopped listening, and I even stopped seeing, the time I slit my arm with razor blade.