Is this Really it?

Hello.

It was dark. It was cold. I dont know what to do. I'm in my closet, singing my favourite tune.

All i do is wait, wait and wait and wait. Wait for what? Humph, I don't know. Im a lonely person, its also snowing outside. Maybe i should go and play. Maybe a snowman maybe? or maybe just stay inside with my phone in my scarred hands. 

" Oh yea, someone read your wattpad story, Amy. Are you going to check it?"

Hm, maybe later, I'm just going to watch some youtube videos for a while. I think i'm going read it later.

"Well, *sigh* alright. But i know you want to know their opinions about your so-called " I wish i wasn't" here story."

Oh phone, why must you question my thoughts of rubbish? Must it always be judge by people behind their screens? or must it be just left alone in questions and such-... Abyss.

I was getting too out of hand. I apologized to my phone and got on with my videos.

What was going on, you might think. I was, hmm, let's say.. talking to my only real friend. He helps me connect with social stuff and youtube videos and games and whatever. It was the only friend that provided something i wanted; something i needed in my life that bursts that small feeling called happiness.

Happiness?

I guess i was happy.

Its February. In Canada.

Happiness is impossible