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logging in...
I smile as I see my tumblr inbox filled with three messages.
fay said: it's just you have work then you have these classes it takes hours for you to get home.
fay said: no, no no. I didn't mean it like that.
fay said: I really hate the night classes you take.
I rub my sore eyes and read them upwards as they start to make much more sense. "such a worry pot" I say to no one but myself.
Melanie said: home now. you don't have to worry about me. I reply back. "damn" I say to no one but myself yet again, getting up I walk towards the far end of my spaced dingy loft and bang on the so called radiator. "fuck, not again"
I groan while taking out a number of blankets and my washed out blue sleeping bag I got when I was at least twelve years old and set the laptop on my knees again I begin to refresh my tumblr page waiting for a message back.
fay said: are you still without a bed?
I cringe as I look to my blown up mattress and sigh, I'm practically on the floor I want to say but decide not to. I was suppose to buy a bed last week but I had to fix the radiator and it still isn't working.
Melanie said: No :) I have a bed it's a single bed and it's so much more comfier than the sofa.
Ok so that was another lie. I did have a sofa but I had to sell it for the electric, fay doesn't know that I sleep on a blow up mattress and she won't have to...once I get enough money to buy a real bed.
fay said: you're lying aren't you?
fay said: don't lie to me.
fay said: I just want to know that you're doing ok.
fay said: It hurts me to know that you won't let me help you.
sighing I reply back.
Melanie said: ....I'm going to catch some sleep. Speak tomorrow?
