Emotions, bubble and boil in the pressure cooker of my mind. A pinch of isolation,a dash of loneliness. Bitter salty tears to add a taste of desperation. With a tablespoon of betrayal and finely diced mockery, the dish is simmering.

Leave to fester for twenty years then stir in back stabbing and false sentiments. Once the dark mixture has congealed and been allowed to grow cold add dashed hope and serve

A side order of cynicism and fresh cutting remarks to compliment the poisonous concoction. Sliced and diced, carved into ****** pieces and eaten with gleeful relish