It's Monday.
I looked into my phone as I scrolled up and down to navigate and check to see if my friends were available at this point.
But to my surprise, they did sent me lots of messages while I was sleeping last night. The occurrences that happened yesterday morning was still fresh on my mind. The scenarios that happened two days ago didn't stopped me from being so antisocial and troublesome of a person whom I thought I wouldn't be. But I was clearly wrong.
My thoughts are wrong all along. They were indeed wrong all along.
I wondered if people will stop bugging me around if it wasn't for them who started and picked up a fight first. None of these will happen if they halt themselves first for trying so hard to please me when it's the other way around.
I tried. Yes, I tried so hard enough to piss and annoy the hell out of them so that they could leave all alone in peace. I hate being bothered.
Maybe, the young girl inside me might be so shock if I told her that I ended up destroying myself for eternity.
I'm indeed a huge annoyance and disturbance to everyone. I'm the gatecrasher that everybody hates. And I'm the living proof of it.
Maybe, the world will be so much better without me on it.
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INDIGO
Short Story"A pain that was created with chaos, filled within the shades of purple and blue - ceased by you." DATE STARTED: OCTOBER 20,2024 DATE ENDED: NOVEMBER 3,2024
