Chapter 78 Tea Is Fantastic

• The nib of my pen scraped against the grainy surface of the paper in my diary, a solitary sound echoing the turmoil within. With Carl's presence looming in the house, I sought solace in the confinement of my room. Yet, amidst the storm of emotions, I found myself torn between the sting of Carl's indifference and the ache of Arthur's neglect. Understanding the complexities of men felt like navigating a labyrinth, entangling every corner of my already chaotic mind.
• As I poured my heart onto the pages, each stroke of the pen seemed to lighten the burden within, transforming the pristine white paper into a canvas of my inner darkness. "I hate these men!" I scrawled at the page's end, a declaration of my frustration.
• A knock shattered the silence, followed by Carl's voice, calling my name. His presence sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of the turmoil within. With a heavy sigh, I closed my diary, a tangible manifestation of my inner struggles, and approached the door.