You don’t understand how much I love the pasta. I will die for the pasta. pasta is my life, my everything. Nothing and no-one will stand between me and the pasta. I will travel the oceans, the deserts, the forests, and the arctics to get to the pasta. It is only the pasta that matters. nothing else, not even you. I will take a life for the pasta, I am not afraid, because it is all for the pasta. I have given everything I have for the pasta, I have nothing to lose, and I am willing to do anything.

I have abandoned everything I knew, everyone I knew. but it is all for the pasta, so nothing else matters. I do miss you sometimes, but no, nothing but the pasta matters. Not even… not even me. the pasta is all. The only reason. I am so tired from the pasta,

But I must continue. for the pasta. the pasta that i have held as the only thing that matter for so long. because it is the only thing that matters… right? No, of course it is. but, I do miss the others. but… but they aren’t as important as the pasta, I am so, so very tired from the pasta, but its worth it. of course it is. for the pasta. even though, I have been away for so long, because of the pasta.

The pasta has been my life, but has it been a good life? Is the pasta… actually the only reason? what if there is… more? I could… do… anything. I think… I think i know what I must do. the pasta is… not great, not the only thing that matters, I could do something else. Yes, I can do it. I will do it. I don’t need the pasta. everything else matters. I am better than the pasta.

I do not love the pasta.