Dumb Bitches and a Guy

Untitled Part 25

My room is dark. I told her the light went out, and she told me to get a lightbulb. Where the fuck are those? 

I have half a string of orange fairy lights illuminating this trashed space. The brightest thing in here is the screen of my laptop. Music blasts from its speakers as I pound the keys, trying to keep myself away from the object I put somewhere. I don't remember where I put it, but I know I'll find it if I look.

My stomach hurts. I feel the pain pulsing through me, and I let the tears roll fall. 

She says it's stress. Maybe she should stop stressing me out, then.

I've been told I need to ignore it. I'm a child, this stuff shouldn't bother me. I just need to grow up and stop worrying.

Nobody knows the full story. They all think they do. But they don't.

I won't tell them. Not because I don't want to, but because they don't ask.