Juliet, no Romeo.

Girl's Night.

The second I got home, mum had asked me about my day. I didn't want to lie to her, of course, but I didn't want her to freak out about my breakup—or boy crazy Sophie's breakup. I did end up telling her, however.
"Oh darling, it's okay. There are plenty of fish in the sea and you don't need to get hung up on some random boy that probably didn't even realise your worth when there's plenty more love in your future." Called it. "How about we have a girl's night? To make you feel better." Called it again.

I didn't want to disappoint mum so we ended up going to the shops to buy some ice cream and chips and stuff like that, the typical breakup food. We got into comfy clothes and had a marathon of romanctic movies. It made me quite uncomfortable, to be honest. The two protagonists of the Titanic just met each other yet they're already intensely involved with each other? This is a fucking cruise, not a movie. Well, I suppose it is a movie, even if the circumstances of it are very unrealistic.

In my opinion, horror movies are the best. They really display the true secrets of the world that people like to deny. Like murderers and Kidnappers for example. We like to have this false sense of security in our minds that we're safe in our homes and in our daily lives, but that's probably what murder victims assume, too. If people heard me say this though, they'd definitely assume I'm a pessimist with a dark outlook on the world. But I'd just personally consider myself a realist.

"How about The Notebook, next?" Mum asked. No, I wanted to say, but I didn't say that. I ended up going with:
"I don't know. I think I just need some time to myself to process the breakup." Not a full lie particularly, but I'm pretty sure mum didn't understand that by process I meant that I needed to process the relief I felt of being single finally.

"Of course, darling. Just let me know if you need anything. I'll be right downstairs, okay?" I really do love how supportive mum is. She never puts pressure on me for school work or anything like that, but I don't know how she would feel to have a crazy daughter who doesn't function like a normal teenager at all. I ended up walking upstairs, closing my door, and dumping myself directly in the middle of my bed, face down. I pulled a pillow to my face and screamed into it loudly. What type of teenage girl doesn't enjoy girl's night? Me, I suppose. Stupid, little Sophie.