I bought the ingredients: flour, sugar, baking powder, butter, milk, eggs, extra virgin olive oil, and vanilla extract.
I cried while mixing the dry and wet ingredients together.
My tears fell into the mixture.
I whisked them in.
It came out looking and tasting how I felt; misshapen, crumbly, and unsweet.

The following year, I baked myself a cake with the same ingredients.
It came out looking worse than the previous year.
The bottom was burnt
It tasted like resentment.

Last year, I baked myself yet another cake with the very same ingredients, but
they expired.
I made the cake knowing it was inedible just to destroy something I created.

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