I WOKE UP FROM MY BED. I GO TO THE BATHROOM AND LOOK AT THE MIRROR I LOOK PITY, I LOOK UGLY, I LOOK FUCKING BITCH AND I LOOK FAT. I CRY AGAIN AND I PUNCHED THE MIRROR. MY LEFT HAND IS INJURED, FULL OF BLOOD BECAUSE I PUNCHED THE MIRROR.
I GET MY EMERGENCY KIT, I CURE IT AND PUT BAND AIDS, IT STILL HURTS AND ITS STILL BLEEDING
ITS 1:00 PM ALREADY AND I DONT ATE LUNCH AND BREAKFAST. I GO OUT AND EAT ON MY FAVORITE FAST FOOD CHAINS, Y/F/F/F/C I ATE THERE WHEN I WAS EATING LIAM SAW ME, HE GO INSIDE AND SIT WITH ME. HE SEE MY LEFT HAND IS INJURED. HE ASKED ME WHY WAS MY LEFT HAND WAS INJURED. I ANSWER HIM NOTHING BUT HE STILL ASK ME THE SAME QUESTIONE FOR MANY TIMES. I SAID THE TRUTH TO LIAM THAT I PUNCHED THE MIRROR
YOU: OK! OK! MY LEFT HAND IS INJURED BECAUSE I HATE NIALL I HATE HIS GF AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THEM!
LIAM: WHAT? CAN YOU CLEAR IT.
YOU: I PUNCHED THE MIRROR
LIAM: WHAT?! BUT WHY?
YOU: PLEASE LIAM, DONT ASK ME! PLS! IM SO TIRED!
LIAM: HEY! BUT PLS ANSWER IT..
YOU: LIAM PLS!! STOP! STOP IT! CANT YOU SEE IM TIRED TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS!
LIAM: IM SO SORRY
YOU: ITS OK, SORRY ALSO LIAM IF I YELLED AT YOU
LIAM; ITS OK
AFTER THE CONVERSATION I GO HOME AND THINK FOR MY NEW LIFE TOMORROW. NIALL IS NOT EVEN TALKING TO ME NOW. I THINK I NEED TO GO TO IRELAND MY HOMETOWN TOMORROW GO TO MY HOMETOWN.
I CALL AGENCY OF THE AIRLINE AND BOOK FLIGHT.I PACKED MY BAGS AND PUT MY SPEACIAL THINGS INSIDE MY BAG AND SPECIALLY MY DIARY. AFTER PACKING I GO SHOWER AND GOT DRESSED UP AFTER THAT I JUST REST ON MY BED AND SLEEP PEACEFULLY.
CHAPTER 4!
COMING SOON~
