I look out the window. The rain taps and falls against it. It had been a few days since I met him. The so called 'love of my life'. I met him online. Sure, he made me feel tingly inside. But that's how anyone made me feel when they were kind to me. Sadly, it doesn't happen often. People are too selfish to care about others these days.
I continue to look out the window. The rain becomes more aggressive as it passes. It made me want to curl up in bed and cry. Cry about all of my problems. But I'd just sound like an idiot. My mother would question me; and my father would ignore me. What a fun life to live, right?
At this point, all I'm doing is overthinking things. I'm making my life more depressed than it seems. I shake my head and let out a sigh. Even I make fun of my own ramblings. I'm just glad I don't rant aloud. Then I'd really seem crazy.
I stand up and walk away from the window. Making my way towards my bed. I lay down and cover myself with the blanket. Hoping that tomorrow won't be as bad as today.
