How To Make Bolognese

Author: Cassandra

Am I a killer in the making?
~You are ought to listen to Can’t Get You Out of my Head while reading this~

I took a bowl. I added a bit of olive oil. Living with a family so fucked up mentally, that is the environment of the next added ingredient: cut onions, which are the different situations of fucked-up stuff Mom would do to me, and onions always made my eyes well up with tears.

But slowly, my eyes wouldn’t tear up because I would wear a mask. A diving mask, because I love the sea and I love swimming. And the mask here is the best quality. It makes me see the ingredients very clearly, so I would give everything a fair judgment.

Next thing, ofc, is to buy and bring red meat. Then you take a machine and it crushes it and makes the meat into a red ball.

These feelings need to get seasoned with Italian seasoning, and because you’re bad at cooking, admin, I’ll explain: YOU DON’T SEASON IN ITALIAN SEASONING, IDIOT HAHA.

Then the next step is to put only the meat in a different pan. It gotta be of good quality, made of something very heavy.

The meat will turn brown because the blood would dry up. And so would any sign of being alive. You need to keep stirring until there is built-up juice.

After a while of cooking, you take the meat and transfer it into the pan of olive oil and onions.

You need to put a bit of education—I mean tomato. It contains a lot of vitamins that make you forget the onions’ taste and the dryness of the meat.

Then it’s advised to let it sit a bit, like a few years, so everything cooks well into your soul.

Next step is to add water and loosen the intensity to the point where you start doubting the existence of the ingredients, and whether you’re just attempting to sound pathetic and dramatic.

A little while after that, you add a bit of humour with chocolate. It relieves the bitterness of the tomato.

Then you cook pasta with boiling hours of anger, and you add a bit of salt so it won’t be a boring episode by cutting and taking it all on yourself.

Once the pasta is done boiling, you take it and put it on the sauce. The combo makes you realise pasta is delicious and that it shouldn’t be harmed.

Instead, whoever wants to eat it needs to die.

And my sister has been making me angry for some time. Yesterday, I had the plan of giving her a bit of pain by cutting her a bit while she was asleep, and it’s like she read my thoughts and decided to stay up the whole night watching movies.

Maybe they were EffedUpMovies?

Today, she was asleep. And unfortunately, I took the blade and decided to scratch her. Enough to see just a bit of blood.

Just to make sure there was blood.

Sounds dumb, but it was an experiment on how I would feel about cutting my sister.

Well, since the scratch needed to look real, as if it happened while she was asleep, it couldn’t possibly be deep. Though, since it’s not my skin, it felt weird not to feel the blade.

Honestly speaking, I was a bit disappointed with that.

And then I tried once, but her skin, I think, is elastic~or was I doing it wrong? It did not cut, so I tried again.

Nothing.

I knew I needed to do it again, and the problem was a bit of stress about what if someone woke up and saw me?

Then I encouraged myself, saying, “I will simply be sent to a mental hospital lmao. Nothing too serious haha.”

I proceeded to do it again.

This time, it was a very simple cut, maximum of 1.5 inches long, on her leg.

I was then, and only then, satisfied.

I did not feel bad for her, honestly, at all. I didn’t even think of her, but was just analysing my feelings.

It’s like when you type something on Google and you’re just waiting for the computer to work and give you the answer.

I felt nothing.

Lol. ERROR 404.

Anyways, I wasn’t particularly surprised, but I was like, “Damn girl, lmao.”

I proceeded then to do whatever I was doing and moved on to write this shit down. I mean, to continue writing it.

Fuck writing, but this took me 2 days.

Audi, you better try the recipe or I’ll kill you lmao~and no, not literally yet hahah.

Anyways, I’ll piss off to continue eating my Bolognese and watch Creep on EUM.