Sometiemes I think about what it was like -- life before Glutenia. How did I live then? It's like I was on a different planet. A home where I could eat anything that I wanted to eat. I dinner table filled with loved ones, where I could ask for seconds, thirds and even fourths on the bread.
That was a different time. A part of me -- a growing part of me -- tells me that these current times are different, but they might not really be sooooooo bad. I just have to be more creative now. I have to find ways to make my life here on Glutenia more confortable.